The Short and Tragic Life of Robert Peace is a real life story by Jeff Hobbs. The author has described a brief meaning of life through his roommate, Robert Peace.
The story has got emphasis in mostly the varsity life of Robert Peace. Jeff Hobbs has shown how making a story special. He has successfully brought out the emotions and his feelings about Robert Peace.
The story starts with the birth of Robert Peace. His father was primarily unknown, and his mother raised him conquering the cruel world.
The most promising thing about the boy was his determination. He could win anything that he wanted to. This power of hard work helped him to get the highest success of his life. From a small town of Newark, he got a full free scholarship in Yale University. The significant part of the story starts from here.
The author has mentioned mostly about his life out of the classes. Robert Peace had to work hard to maintain his family. Like the other students, he had emotions too. He wanted to fall in love with a girl. Supporting his mother
was the biggest responsibility.
Failure was not natural for this Brilliant fellow.
He tested it when he was too busy outside the class to earn his bread. He was entrapped by some drug dealers, and his life was at the edge. The end of his life was the most surprising part of the novel. He was killed by some smugglers. They charged him for their losses.
While attending the funeral, Jeff Hobbs decided to inform the world about the sad ending of a shiny penny. The valuable life of Robert Peace can inspire every sick person to start living from the seedbeds.
Peace was so precocious that he was known as The Professor. His hardworking and dedicated single mother took him to an excellent school of Jesuits. His father worked with him in his school work and calligraphy, until his father went to prison for murder, with evidence so unconvincing that the judge questioned him.
With academic talent, Peace did not need to use a calculator to go to college, and she read novels like “Luz en Agosto” to have fun in high school. He was a gregarious water polo player and the star of his class, so, after a wealthy banker heard him deliver the main speech of the executive level, he promised to finance the boy’s college education.
When Peace left his dangerous neighborhood outside of Newark to go to Yale, he met his first-year roommate, Jeff Hobbs, who grew up a few hours after Peace in a pool house on the outskirts of Philadelphia.
After an accident, the couple, a son of a drug trafficker in prison and the other son of a doctor, developed a deep friendship. They were together for four years at Yale until they graduated in 2002.
“The short and tragic life of Robert Peace” is not a disinfected version of life. It is the real version. Although Peace loved academics and studied molecular biochemistry and biochemistry at Yale, he returned to Newark to buy marijuana to sell on campus and later became a street merchant.
Yes, Peace deceived himself and was a drug dealer. But he was also a brilliant guy who seemed unable to maintain romantic relationships, lived in two worlds, took care of people and was capable of deep friendship. When it lowered in a spiral, nothing could stop its descent.
After reading this book once, I reread it looking for inflection points when things could have been different, hoping that maybe I could keep it alive a little longer. And I realized that in individual cases, inevitability and possibility are not mutually exclusive.
It is tragic to try to understand how people have solutions in their hands but do not look beyond the obstacle, each one is responsible for how to manage their life, but not everything can be left to fate.
Peace’s life does not escape from this situation, it was the consequences of his actions that dragged him to make good or bad decisions, but in the end, they build or destroy a bright future.
However, it is nostalgic to see the life of a person with potential wasted for reasons that go beyond human logic, and that is personal because as they say “He who is free from sin throws the first stone.”