Cutting for Stone

by Abraham Verghese

Answering more to gravity than to the roll of the ship, the hammock found the true horizontal. She

The city was at once dead and yet in continuous motion, like a blanket of maggots animating a rotting corpse.

understood for the first time that having a child was about cheating death. Children were the foot wedged in the closing door, the glimmer of hope that in reincarnation