![]() ![]() Lost in September, Kathleen Winter’s second novel, mines this same disorientation, and invites readers to the party, plunging them quickly into a rewarding uncertainty: where’s the boundary between fact and fantasy, past and present, trauma and normalcy? Sure, the body makes a sandwich or runs an errand, but the imagination’s lost in that other place, the one on the screen or page. ![]() Jarred back into their non-writing lives by something banal or urgent - a hungry child, a phone call, a kettle boiling dry - they function with their heads in a bell jar. ![]() There’s a feeling writers get after being immersed in their work for several hours. A Review of Kathleen Winter's Lost in September ![]()
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