What Mabel Saw: Why Stories Matter

Every so often, I bump up against an experience, or a news story, or a detail out of history, or maybe a song, an image, or a snatch of conversation that reminds me of why literature matters, why it’s so important to write stories–the ones that seem small for being about ordinary people, but that speak the full, and ever universal, range of human truth.

Here are some recently published images that recall what my character Mabel in The Sisters might have seen emerging in her darkroom in an earlier time–a time of another protracted war:


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