The Wet Wound is one of the most intense and revolutionary books I’ve read in the way it approaches grief. There is no getting over grief, the way we are expected to. There is only the wound and finding a way to live with it. To leave a wound wet is to leave it open and to let it come in contact with many other obsessions: medical history, orca parenting, postcards and letters, distance running, longing, hyperbaric chambers, archives, skin (which is also form), and skin on skin. So let it be wet, this wound; let it be curious and intense and hard and weird, this first beautiful book.