“I would lie down to sleep and receive your nightly deliveries of stories like letters slipped into the mail-slots between my eyelids, and I would open each landscape as if unfolding a piece of paper before my eyes.”
I still think it’s magic when black-and-white words on a page paint pictures in my mind, and in this sentence I can visualize an angel delivering dreams. Dara Horn’s newest novel is a fabric of family stories woven with rich imagery. When a Marc Chagall is stolen, the award-winning author tells the history of the painting through stories from Soviet Russia and Vietnam. Some images are hard to see. Read it and tell me what you think.
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