As those who read this blog know well, Nothing but Ghosts was written in the wake of my own mother's passing—inspired by the finch, the fox, and the songs that edged near to assure me that her spirit was yet within reach. Much of the book takes place in a fictionalized version of Chanticleer, the pleasure garden. In this photograph, the great katsura tree rises over a bench a gardener made, and those who sit there can look out over Doug's cutting garden and the wild profusion of asparagus. Beneath the shade of that katsura is a stone I asked an artist to create for me, a stone that Doug placed, just right, between the shade of limbs. The stone reads "the wedge of sun between us." It's a line from my memoir, Ghosts in the Garden, a line that memorializes my mother.
This morning, Shelf Elf let me know that she had posted a review of Ghosts. Her extraordinary words touched me deeply, for she had seen what it is that I try to do with books, writing in part, "Beth writes about the quiet miracles of real life. She helps readers to see that ordinary experience, all of it – the trouble and sadness and simple day-to-day joy of it – is worth noticing." I know this isn't always an approach that resonates with readers; it is, however, what I have chosen to do in this book life of mine, and I am so grateful, always, when touched by the grace of readers who wait, who read, who imagine themselves inside these worlds.
What a perfect way to sum up your writing! I love your style and the way your words make me feel!
I think Shelf Elf got it perfect!
great review - and of course I agree :)
What a beautiful review! Congratulations!
Actually, your approach to writing is exactly what resonates with this reader. The ordinary stuff of life made beautiful and momentous.
Just picked itup and it's on my weekend reading list.
Lisa
Just lovely. I'm so glad there's been another review.
Great review! I love that book.
Perfect! And I love this: "the wedge of sun between us," which relates to the theme of lines that clicked with me in Ghosts.