• Museum of Stones links a mother’s past and present in a dizzying narrative as she raises an unusual son. • The unnamed narrator carries the name of every mother who has stared into the face of her newborn, having no idea of what is about to unfold. • Everything in the narrator’s life is refracted against this singular event, often giving way to memories at a dizzying speed. The interconnections of time, place and emotion flood her thoughts as she moves through her daily routines. All of it...
Our first excursion was to the Bronx Zoo. The Photographer wanted to shoot me holding a python. The snakemaster wrapped the thickest, blackest one around my shoulders. An employee of the zoo offered to take a picture of the python and me with the Photographer, referring to me as the Photographer's daughter. At that moment the snake picked up its head and began to slither towards my face. I did not scream. I pleaded with the snakemaster to take the python off me. After the snake was in its...
