Friday Musings: The Negative Space
I’m just finishing up a book called Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt, in which a teenage girl deals with the loss of her uncle to AIDS. He was an artist and much of the story revolves around a final portrait that he painted of the narrator, June, and her sister. One of the great poignancies of this novel is that June thinks she knew and loved her uncle best in the world, only to learn in the aftermath of his death that there was so much she didn’t know about him, or about herself. There’s a brief conversation in the …
