AND OUR FACES, MY HEART, BRIEF AS PHOTOS - Bloomsbury

'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.'This book - call it a book of love letters meditating on a place, mortality, art, love and absence - is as breathtaking and spare as we have come to expect of John Berger. From his lyrical description of the works of Caravaggio, or the sight of a spray of lilac on a windowsill, to profound explorations of death and immigration, this is a beautiful and intimate response to our century.