'Shortly before her passing, a mother reassured her daughter that she would not disappear, but would continue to be, enmeshed in all the particles of the universe. After that, the wind blowing through the blossoms always animated differently, as if she were there. Through two bodies of prose and multiple voices, Here from There makes manifest the awakening to a critical consciousness of the continuity, dependence and unity amongst all things. In so doing, it speaks to the most pressing concerns facing our world, in modes which show us an ethics of being differently: not didactic, but embodied. Frequent references to water unfold a liquid literature, one which can freeze time and thaw it into a whirlpool in the space of a paragraph. The process of writing itself, both distinct and overlapping, makes visible an indivisibility where borders shudder and disappear. This is the time of the cherries (le temps des cerises) that needs to be kept in our hearts, like an open wound. Here from There is a book that gives us what it is made of and this is the stuff of urgency-the here and the now-and we have never encountered anything quite like it before.' - Chantal Faust
