Searching for Self
Two novels consider the blessings and the burdens of knowing who you are July–August 2006
What cry a living thing can make will never approach the truth. A gull in fog, a coyote at night, the various keenings of uncivilized peoples, even a babe torn—the closest yet still as far from the truth as the distance from the brink to the abyss; there is no sound to match the tearing of the …