By Cathy Nolan Vincevic
The award profitable poet/writer Nehassaiu DeGannes wrote:
“Your memoir is achingly attractive, exquisitely written, and dealt with with such deftness and intensity, it probably demonstrates sufferer self-reflection, mastery of craft and shape in addition to a literary tenderness. every now and then the extent of remembered element, the sensory, the ordinary world---and your skill to discover a language able to containing your inner panorama, in sentences which circulate as evidently as breath, is kind of gorgeous. i'm in admiration of your paintings. i'm in admiration of your life.”
The Tiki Room, either elegiac and scary, chronicles the inevitable destruction of my family members. The reader travels backward and forward in time with intimations of a broader build edging into view. The landscapes are stoic, small city New Hampshire through the 1950’s, the place I lived with my loved grandparents, lifestyles with my mom in Phoenix, Arizona through the blossoming of the 1960’s and my husband's stories in Bosnia.
The coalescence of those environments, and their tragic outcomes, lead the reader to discover remarkable ancient roots in our conflicted, entwined lives that have stumbled on a type of peace during this global. we have now survived and lived to inform our tale, this is often my a part of that imaginative and prescient which i've got selected to percentage with the world.