I know life is not fair, but recently I’ve been thinking about one grave injustice: Nina Revoyr is not famous. Most people I’ve met have never even heard of Nina Revoyr, much less read one of her novels. They’ve never had the pleasure of sinking under the spell of her deceptively simple prose, or falling in love with her palpably real characters. That’s their loss, but it’s also part of a greater injustice, because Nina Revoyr tells the stories that aren’t often enough heard. She writes incisively... read more
