Antilibrary, my emotional support of unread books

These days I trip out to the garden, settle myself in a cozy corner, the winter sun pouring on my back at 11 am with Lyman Ward, a cripple and eminent historian, documenting the life of his grandmother in the western ravines of Grass Valley, California, during the early '90s.

- Pallavi Singh

These days I trip out to the garden, settle myself in a cozy corner, the winter sun pouring on my back at 11 am with Lyman Ward, a cripple and eminent historian, documenting the life of his grandmother in the western ravines of Grass Valley, California, during the early '90s. His self-deprecating humor is charming and I'm fascinated by his story-telling abilities as two stories, past and present, unravel and mingle with the dark shadows of his own, largely celebrated life.