Aimee Parkison offers a distinct new voice to contemporary fiction. Her seductive stories explore childhood as a realm of sorrows, and reveal the afflictions of adults who emerge from this private geography. — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
It's easy now, now that it's a story. When you were going through it, it was life. Always much harder to get the plot line on. — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
Aimee Parkison offers a distinct new voice to contemporary fiction. Her seductive stories explore childhood as a realm of sorrows, and reveal the afflictions… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
I'm never sure who I'm writing for, or who's reading me, but I definitely see myself in conspiracy with my readers. — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
It's easy now, now that it's a story. When you were going through it, it was life. Always much harder to get the plot… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
“...religions all have the same timeline...First the people feel the need to worship something. The sun or the giant corn of ear. That's the… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
“She shared the curse of many artists—that praise beaded up and rolled off her while criticism stuck like glue, glue embedded with ground glass.” — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
“Storming was one of her main modes of transportation." In reference to teenager Heather in "Carry The One” — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
“But they were not friends. They were here to keep each other from spinning off alone into the dark matter of the universe.” — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
Some moments supersaturate, take on almost more than one tiny fragment of time can hold. How...can you hold this sort of memory of someone… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
I have never been on the receiving end of a hate crime, or even a disparaging remark to my face. — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
When I started, there was more of a cultural assumption that many readers would find gay characters irrelevant or repugnant. — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
“She looked around the table and saw each of them as they looked that night...All of them in their last hours of making mistakes… — Carol Anshaw Copy Share Image
