Vanishing

Vanishing opens with Lawrence's childhood distrust of men's use of words and an assertion that she will ever write only truth. By the second piece in this volume it comes clear that there is no subject she will not address with an eloquent, understated honestly that reveals her heart and her mind and her constant resistance to expectation. By the end of this volume what comes clearest is her sense that modernity has separated us from the most real emotions and the most sensible attachments. She recalls what it is to make each day an assertion of independence. As always, Lawrence's writing is filled with smart, gentle anger, sweet sadness, and the most private sense of what is vital and important.