Mary Karr

No life is all bleak. Even in Primo Levi’s camp, there were small sources of hope: you got on the good work detail, or you got on the right soup line. That’s what’s so gorgeous about humanity. It doesn’t matter how bleak our daily lives are, we still fight for the light. I think that’s our divinity. We lean into love, even in the most hideous circumstances. We manage to hope.

— from “Mary Karr, The Art of Memoir No. 1” by Amanda Fortini (The Paris Review)

(Photograph by Matthias Clamer. Thank you, stocklandmartelblog.)

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