Like David Chariandry's Brother, The Bone Mother is preoccupied with the power of storytelling, with the particular significance of telling one's own story. The stories in David Demchuk's book are told simply, in a fable-like tone, with clarity and attention to detail. They are linked, but not in a
It occurs to me that I should have a series of posts titled "I Forgot My Key". Because what that inevitably means is that I must find a warm or cool place to wait until Mister BIP is due home. Which translates into an impromptu library visit. For the past
Sally Mann's Hold Still is a photographer's memoir; although she has kept a journal since she was a girl, her love of imagery is deeply rooted, and it's hard to imagine her memoir taking any other form. Currently represented by the Gagosian Gallery, her CV is impressive and extensive, but
