The Better ‘Angels’ of Our Suffering
The Washington Post review by Elizabeth Hand
“Angels of Destruction” doesn’t shrink from the tragedies and inevitable separations that dog us. The book’s coda is beautiful and wrenching, yet still leaves its protagonists and readers open to the possibility that the miraculous, once glimpsed, might recur. “Love is not consolation, it is light,” wrote Simone Weil. In these bleak times, we can thank Donohue for opening a door in a darkened room.
