The White Road
I don’t recall who it was recommended Tania Hershman’s short stories to me, but the her collection The White Road and other Stories (2008) has been sitting on my shelf, largely unread, probably since 2008. I suspect I bought it at a book event of some sort, and whilst I haven’t deliberately avoided reading it, I haven’t given it my full attention either. `i’m not sure why but it could have something to do with the cover design – fickle, I know, but it doesn’t invite one in.
Set in a cold, cold climate where all is bight white, the collection’s title story deals with horror and loss, and with acceptance.