By Charlotte Matthews
This quotation from Nicole Krauss’ The History of Love strikes me as apt for Whistle Words. It reminds me that writing is a form of transcendence, helping us soar above the clutter and quotidian, allowing us to be heard, to be understood. When I read words I love I am no longer alone. I have acquired a friend, a steadfast presence whose company I can come back to over and over as often as I wish.