Levy who writes for the New Yorker has published a stirring, compelling memoir. She works for one of the highly respected publications in the world. She travels different countries to do her reports. She married a woman she trusted and loved. She wanted to be a mother. Then her life took a different turn when she lost her son at nineteen weeks and discovered that her lover had become alcoholic. It’s a haunting, moving read.
Levy on death:
Death comes for us. You may get ten minutes on this earth or you may get eighty years but nobody gets out alive. Accepting this rule gives me a funny flicker of peace.