“My grandmother’s words contained a microcosm of that war—not so much in their descriptiveness as in their restraint. It is that restraint I endeavored to show in “Hill 145”: the depth of a veteran’s emotion held firmly below the surface, even when it’s bursting for air; the lingering grief and horror that begs to be let out, yet must be subdued; finally, a man’s anguish that his determined self-containment means that his children will never truly know him. This story attempts to say after his death what Grandpa could never say in life.”
ruth edgett – “WOMEN AND WAR LITERATURE” – THE BROOKLYN RAIL
“Fiction plays a role in raising the consciousness of a society. A rising tide floats all boats, they say, and perhaps this is the ultimate role of fiction: to make us better, more compassionate people, one story at a time.”
Ruth edgett – stories and humanitarian action blog
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