Written - or rather, composed - in soaring, spiraling sentences whose apparent digressions only add dimension and richness to what is being said, Two Candles feels less like a monologue and more like actual witness testimony, so grounded in truth and humanity it is. The specificity of this woman's experience is so palpable, the only thing protecting the reader from being fully immersed in her trauma is the time and distance and grace she herself has put between that one tragic day and now. A remarkable read: brief and powerful in its beautiful simplicity.
Written - or rather, composed - in soaring, spiraling sentences whose apparent digressions only add dimension and richness to what is being said, Two Candles feels less like a monologue and more like actual witness testimony, so grounded in truth and humanity it is. The specificity of this woman's experience is so palpable, the only thing protecting the reader from being fully immersed in her trauma is the time and distance and grace she herself has put between that one tragic day and now. A remarkable read: brief and powerful in its beautiful simplicity.