Alayna Munce

"Love? Though we all know the world is distended and threadbare with too many wearings and mendings and bleachings and though lately the moral of each day's story seems to come back to how impossible it is to know another person and though I could very easily be deluding myself, I think maybe just maybe I might be feeling the shape of it rising in me lately like a kind of groundwater ever-so-slowly by fractions and increments towards places I hadn't expected to feel it." --Excerpt.

In such beautifully poetic language Alayna Munce weaves a tapestry of reflections on the nature of love and how it controls our reason for living. In small poems, longer personal memories, and conversations, from the points of view of several speakers from three different generations, she confronts us with vivid depictions of how past and present merge into old age, how memories are cherished and cast away, how people deal with the awful presence of Alzheimer's, how generations experience and re-experience the same joys and sorrows, and, ultimately, when there is love, how death comes as a blessing. It is a wise book, making you laugh and weep, sometimes at the same experience. Munce is a very gifted writer who is bound to be heard from again.

Reviewer: R. Gordon Moyles