When I look up from my writing desk and out of my back window, I see a forest of moss-draped cedar trees, which sway and lean against one another like impossibly thin, somewhat tipsy dancers at the end of a long night. Beyond the trees, out of sight, down a twisting, nameless footpath, lies …
What did I think of when I learned that my peculiar collection of essays had won a Pacific Northwest Booksellers Award? Weirdly, not the barrels of cash and fine wines and excellent cheeses that would surely come my way, or the hordes of somber graduate students that would soon be studying my semicolons, or the …
These essays are to be savored, one at a time, rolling each around in the head, maybe for days, before ducking into the next door of D’Ambrosio’s world—cautious, alert, eager for the next revelation or discovery. The pieces in this collection are often pained but always thoughtful, lovely and brilliant. —NWBL contributing editor Brian Juenemann Michael …
“If you haven’t read D’Ambrosio before this is a good place to start. These essays, many of which appeared in the Stranger, are intense. His writing is immediate; full of a love of language, probing and wide-ranging. He writes of suicide; the puzzling aspects of experience; family and its fragility. D’Ambrosio is a rare talent …
