
Tolstoy Under Quarantine
Some things are so big—War and Peace big—that we ourselves have to grow bigger before we understand them. A sobering recognition comes to me: We humans have been here before, at the precipice before a new world we cannot see yet, and we have survived. And amidst our tragic losses some of us will even make art from it.
Appeared in Poets & Writers in July 2020.
Postcard From the Pandemic: Tolstoy Under Quarantine