From the Foreword
Leslie Simon has opened her own magical door, a novel of two dissenting sisters (and some kibitzing ghosts), estranged, entrenched in their positions, every bit as emotional and polarized as counter-demonstrators yelling at each other outside an Israeli embassy, and because she has given us fictional people to love, drawn us into their furious, aching hearts and the wild and semi-supernatural chatter in their heads, she’s made it possible to be curious about what we disagree with, made us want to understand what makes them tick, brought us to the family dinner table, where we can sit down with the whole menu of anguished arguments and notice, in the midst of raised voices and waving hands, how much we yearn to find our way to each other.
With passion and humor, she has made a literary clearing where polemics take on flesh and personality and dreams, a place full of haunted pasts and family dinners, actual journeys and journeys of the broken heart. With the help of two highly articulate dead people, she constructs and shatters her heroine’s certainties, taking us deeper and deeper into these women’s lives, making us listen, softening the hard places, until we are no longer spectators, until our own stories, the ones we each hold in our bones, in our bellies, about these two peoples, this one land, this war and all its long roots, until our own stories can no longer sit still, until they push aside the empty plates, the dregs of wine, lean forward, still listening, elbows on the tablecloth, hearts in our throats, and speak.”
- Aurora Levins Morales, Author of Remedios: Stories of Earth and Iron from the History of Puertorriqueñas