"The jebels - the moonlit flanks of their heights, the splashing babble of their wadis – the jebels wanted me to tell of the sentience of the land itself, the forms of knowingness contained in granite and basalt. And among the jebels was the chorus of the spiraling honey buzzard, the sweet acacia, and the yellow-eyed fox..." -- so lovely, Natasha, and so recognizably you. Can't wait to read the novel coming up!!
I just bought Drifts and I’m really looking forward to reading it.
"The jebels - the moonlit flanks of their heights, the splashing babble of their wadis – the jebels wanted me to tell of the sentience of the land itself, the forms of knowingness contained in granite and basalt. And among the jebels was the chorus of the spiraling honey buzzard, the sweet acacia, and the yellow-eyed fox..." -- so lovely, Natasha, and so recognizably you. Can't wait to read the novel coming up!!