(The envelop, please)
Congratulations. The tribe has spoken.
“I am a language junkie. ‘Muscle of redrock and sinew of stone carry me down the path…’ That kind of language carries me through her story.In the full length work of a novel, sometimes just the absolute beauty of the creative use of language is enough to pull me through when the story line sometimes swirls in little eddies before it joins the current again. ‘… I found solace in masala at the Indian buffet to steel myself against the small burger town back home.’–an entire back-story completely understood with just a single sentence. The spirituality of a humble Indian meal; the crass confrontation of a town filled with carnivores. And to this, add the fact that there is a story here, the coming to terms with her father, catharsis. ‘…Finally, the equations were solved…’ Her father’s career a metaphor for the imperfect mathematics of their relationship, finally made whole when gravity intervenes.” ( His Moiness)
And here again is her winning entry: