And Our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos

Those who read or listen to our stories see everything as though through a lens. This lens is the secret of narration, and it is ground anew in every story, ground between the temporal and the timeless...in our brief mortal lives, we are grinders of these lenses.; From the pen of the award-winning writer, critic and social historian John Berger comes a collage of poetry, thoughts and art criticism, capturing moments in time that hover above his brooding landscapes. These meditations on space, mortality, art, love, solidity and absence are as moving and passionate as we have come to expect of Berger. From his lyrical description of the works of Caravaggio and profound explorations of death and immigration to the fading sight of lilac trees at dusk in the mountains, this is a beautiful and unclassifiable response to the world around him.