" . . . at the Island of Lost Luggage, they line up: the disappeared, the lost children, the Earharts of modern life. It's your bad luck to die in the cold wars of certain nations. But in the line at Unclaimed Baggage, no one mourns for the sorry world that sent them here . . ." The abused. The oppressed. The terrified victims of institutionalized insanity. Making daring connections between the personal and the political, Janet McAdams draws new lines...