The body insists on itself. The heart does, too. What Dubus...

The body insists on itself. The heart does, too. What Dubus shows us is
that the heart will keep insisting, a thudding in the chest that longs
to beat in synch with the “fearful certainty of love.” Even in the
grimmest moments, when the demons creep in the shadows and your bed is
empty and the wind howls as if to say you are ever and always going to be alone,
there can be found, in morning light, in a glass of orange juice, an
embrace, a run, moments that will lift you out of the pain and deliver
you into something that looks more like grace. It is as simple, and as
hopeful, as that.

I wrote about revisiting the short stories of Andre Dubus for the Paris Review.