For The First Time, I Had Been

The Thing That Most Haunted Me That Day, However...was The Fact That These Things Had - Apparently - Actually Occurred...for All His Attention To My Historical Education, My Father Had Neglected To Tell Me This: History's Terrible Moments Were Real. I Understand Now, Decades Later, That He Could Never Have Told Me. Only History Itself Can Convince You Of Such A Truth. And Once You've Seen That Truth - Really Seen It - You Can't Look Away.

It's Funny; In This Era Of E-mail And Voice Mail And All Those Things That Even I Did Not Grow Up With, A Plain Old Paper Letter Takes On Amazing Intimacy.

These Atheist Cultures Were Certainly Diligent In Preserving The Relics Of Their Saints.

I Keep Telling Myself I Should Try Very Hard To Write A Novel Of About 210 Pages... I Don't Seem To Be Capable Of It, But I Keep Hoping It Will Happen.

Natalie Bakopoulos Has That Rare Gift, The Ability To Imagine A Traumatic Historical Event In The Form Of Individual Lives And Ordinary Details. The Green Shore Is Compelling, Personal, And Full Of Quietly Real Moments.