The title of this collection of essays is as much an admission as a threat. Or rather, as much an explanation as an expiation.

As the book drew to a close, I was filled with the same satisfied fatigue as when leaving a vast museum.

So many author interviews start with “welcome to the pages of Driftwood.” New readers will feel the warmth of that welcome.

Green’s “songs” communicate the possibility of finding pleasure and connection in a body previously dismissed as a myth.