Barbara Henning's new book brings together several years of her atonal musings on autobiography, place and longing. Lyrical bursts punctuate the narrator's otherwise seamless restlessness-Detroit, New York, Tucson, and India. The following Escheresque lines from one of Henning's narrators could well have been spoken by Nella Larsen's Helga Crane: 'Why am I here, I think, when I could be there? Because if I were there, I'd be thinking why...
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