Last week I escaped all the disturbing news for some time in the Adirondack Mountains of New York state, one of my favorite spots on earth, to breathe in the healing silence of thick, deep woods. The spotty internet allows me to be cut off from what passes as civilization, and go further into some books that I haven’t had time to be as immersed in as I’d wished.
Roselee Blooston’s short story collection, “
The Chocolate Jar,” will go first, since I started it, and needed time to get over the unforgettable third story “First,” that cut a little too deep (think John Updike at his best, were he a woman).
Marina Antropow Cramer’s “Anna Eva Mimi Adam,” her powerful follow-up to her novel “Roads,” will have to await its turn.It should be an exciting – and quiet – week.