A Year in Reading: Maris Kreizman

I sold a book this past year, a memoir in essays that now I have to… actually sit down and write. So I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting on my life, trying to craft some sort of cohesive account of who I am and how I came to be that way without taking shortcuts or embellishing too much. It is difficult. As a reader of novels, not to mention a frequent seeker of therapy, I know how tempting it is to impose a narrative arc onto the world in order to make sense of it. I know the is right: we do tell ourselves