This long read was circulating around my corners of the internet recently and -- given my newfound love for Ann Patchett -- I decided to check it out. Reading the piece was a journey and I emerged stunned and moved by the power of Ann’s storytelling. I tore through the essay in one sitting and found myself very annoyed when my husband tried to ask me something while in the midst of it (“I am *reading* right now!”). It covers: Tom Hanks, the pandemic, yoga, cancer, art, female friendship, hallucinogens, and aging. A beautiful, profound, and hopeful read.
And a second endorsement from my friend Kaia, my favorite one sentence literary critic :)
“Ann Patchett is unparalleled in her ability to tell a story that touches on the deeply profound subjects of what it means to be human without ever sounding contrived.”
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