About The Author

I write to understand. To make sense of things, to get to the bottom of it.
It’s easier in some ways to tell what my writing is not. It’s not to share the story of my life or unburden myself of its secrets. I don’t care for confessions or absolution. I care to understand things. To untangle a lived situation and reveal something that only writing can bring into being.
There are many aspects of human nature that are not well understood and I can only conduct this research through my own experience, because it is the only one that I have any chance of making sense of. So, this is one reason — it is personal to me. I write to create some order out of the chaos in my head.
To understand why I distanced myself from my origins. As an immigrant, who no longer speaks my parent’s language well enough, and as a class defector, I no longer have the same language — I think and speak using different words. This is an estrangement that is uncommon yet not fully understood.
I care for aesthetics. Finding the right words is important. The right words, for me, are those that capture the reality as it is, unadorned, words that also contain the affect that permeates it.
But my quest is not merely personal. There are others who will identify with my particular search for meaning.
It has been proved beyond any doubt that books change lives.
I hope my writing can contribute to such change. That it can help to undo the loneliness of experiences that others endure and hide from themselves. That it may enable us to reimagine ourselves, to give us a new path and a new destiny.
And, finally, I write to imprint my voice — as a woman and a parvenu, in literature.