"A husband reads his dead wife's poems to a spare crowd, while cannibals go hungry with no one to invite to dinner. Whether bearing witness to the torment of a mother who drowns her own children, or to the quiet sorrows of daughters mourning their mother by fingering the thread of her old coats, Whittenberg never fails to illuminate crucial truths at the center of human experience." From Nomi Eve, author of Henna House
