Fragmented and unfair, but irresistible: “Nothing I’ve written here is for the well and intact, and had it been, I never would have written it. Everyone who is not sick now has been sick once or will be sick soon.” Radical and radiant. Left me with a list of readings to return– Aristides, Donne, and Woolf–and an aversion to pink ribbons.
The Undying, Anne Boyer
