From the Archive
“So get into my death car, everyone, and I will drive you through the flood.”
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“Saad passed through a boarded up, overgrown town and thought, Who would live in this place?”
“It started with what / and went from there.”
“But I did feel, as we worked on this one, that I was listening in on many voices whose speakers were attempting to locate themselves ...”
“I wondered briefly what fear was. Where on earth did it come from?”
“In the watercolors and drawings in Influences, which Owens made on paper the size of the Review’s pages, she revisits some of the experiences that have shaped her own work.”
“The kids saw the scars on his fingers, that big slice on his pinkie, proof of his diligent practice morning, midday, afternoon, and night.”