The opening paragraph from her entry:
I have been reading a lot of great books lately. My boyfriend and I just traveled around Romania and Hungary, so I took along a bundle of Eastern European literature. My favorite of the books that made my backpack so very heavy was probably Embers, by Sandor Marai. It's the story of an old man in a crumbling castle, contemplating a betrayal by a friend (over a girl, of course), long ago. I read this book in one sitting on the plane to Europe. And when I shut it, I let shivers run down my arms for a good minute. Not only does it call up images of castles and lush landscapes, it also asks questions about love and trust, mortality and friendship that resonated with me. A timeless book. [read on]Among the praise for The Mother Garden:
"Whimsical and affecting...Most of [Romm’s] work leaves room for rational interpretation. No magic here, Romm seems to insist.But of course there is, and it's the oldest kind we know: the ordinary incantation of words and stories to help us navigate the darkness and finally—for all that this impressive collection protests otherwise—to hold the end at bay."Visit Romm's website and MySpace page.
—Gregory Cowles, New York Times Sunday Book Review
Writers Read: Robin Romm.
--Marshal Zeringue