If you could string a wire between life and death and pluck it, it would make the sound of this book. All Flynn’s ephemera—and writing itself is ephemera; life is ephemeral—shows us, from the ground up and onto our shoulders, that it is dangerous to be alive, but the truly deep, massive complicated thing is to wake up and try.
―mary ruefle
(review: chicago review of books)
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