Tag: Laura van den Berg
Soon it was all they could do to keep these children from singeing the draperies or shattering the glass windowpanes with a single touch.
The floor was made of dirt, the walls dark and smooth, the ceiling just high enough for us to stand upright. You could walk a quarter mile before it ended, cut off by a stone wall. And it was in this tunnel that Darcie heard the voice of her mother, who was dead.
Laura van den Berg’s writing is spare and elliptical. Large topics are broached, but quietly and the stories stay with you.