It was a different book when I started: a two-strand narrative weaving a modern story with a 19th-century one. Eventually, the 1830s characters took over, and their story became the present book.
My parents were Brooklynites, urban Jews who moved to a rural town in New Jersey after they married. We were raised to believe we were in exile, that somewhere a better place awaited us where we would truly be at home. I’ve done a lot of moving around in my life, looking for that place, and eventually I found it in my work.
by Barbara Klein Moss
The fire in the stove has burned low, but she doesn’t mind. The cold is clarifying. She stands by the easel, taking an odd comfort from the sight of her breath on the panes.