written essays, Schwartz tells us early on that she never thought of her life as a "continuous line" but rather a series of intertwined interrupted experiences. Hers is a life that has been bumped, tumbled, and smoothed by an endless stream of travel, fascinating people, and books: writing them, pondering them, translating them.

Her essays range from musings about the art of translation, the tribulations of major surgery dissected with biting wit, a quest for recovery from the 9 /11 attacks at a music school, and hours spent with friends arguing, drinking and smoking in a neighborhood bar. Her personal narratives range from humorous childhood (an 8-year-old writer) and troubled revelations to learning to be an adult facing the difficulties of simultaneously writing and raising children. We see her as a daughter struggling to understand her parents through adolescent eyes, a mother startled at the all-consuming demands of motherhood and writing, and as an older adult grappling with mortality. Throughout, she is painfully honest, funny, and unafraid of difficult truths. While Schwartz's perspective is decidedly literary, her reflections reveal a careful look at life's big questions through the prism of a --shared yet very individual experience. Relentlessly candid, subjecting herself to her own sharp scrutiny, she is willing to confront the confusions of maturing in a changing world.