My friend Mark Freeburg recently picked this book up and decided to read it, so I thought I'd revisit some of my favorite moments. The time I spent reading this book, so extremely slow by my personal standards, was time well spent and deeply savored. Throughout, I was ministered to by Russell Banks. My next two months were complicated and unpleasant, involving upheavals, betrayals, endings, and beginnings that contained the seeds of their endings. A story I knew told by a storyteller I trusted. I was on a plane two weeks later, accompanied by this book. I started planning my trip back to my hometown, calling in favors and loans and generally mobilizing my support system. On my birthday in 1999, I got a call from a childhood friend informing me that my mother had had a debilitating stroke.
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