A writer I found this year. The way she writes makes you catch your breath, see birds and trees and flowers and grimy streets afresh, feel sudden jolts of fearful recognition.
‘A child’s thin arms are as tough as vines. They came with marriage; spontaneous, unknown. Not to be married! Not to be anything!’ [From Wood in her short story collection, Lists of the Past].
Listen to Julie Hayden’s story ‘Day Old Baby Rats’ as read by Lorrie Moore on this New Yorker podcast. She died in 1981.