Existence was bigger than just life. It was everyone’s life all together, and even if you lived in Buffalo, New York and had never been more than ten miles from home, you were part of the puzzle, too. It didn’t matter how small your life was.
I ‘m coming back to literature. I spent nine months in a submerged study of biochemistry and molecular medicine in order to understand my illness and cope with it, but Spring is taking me back to reading and life. I am already writing my reviews, but I would like to introduce you right now to three great authors I am reading in this period:
Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies
Nicholas Ashford/Claudia Miller, Chemical Exposures – Low Levels and High Stakes
Abtellatif Laabi, Poems and prison writing