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Growing up under the threat of Hutu violence in Rwanda, Mukasonga, the only survivor from her family, wrote this memoir as a tribute to her mother. Mukasonga shows us daily life as a displaced Tutsi, especially in women's spaces and roles. As readers, we get to be vessels for other people's stories and can keep them alive, even if only through memory. I treasure the opportunity to read Mukasonga's beautiful prose and, if in the tiniest of ways, honor a way of life that's all but gone.
Strange and haunting, Shapton is back at her game combining images and text in evocative ways. One chapter is filled with pictures of empty beds while another tells the story of a tennis prodigy's unrealized dream. As loose as some of the threads become, every chapter harkens back to the title with an underlying yet palpable suggestion that we all live with ghosts of some kind.