But still the books kept coming. And with them, my world expanded. For the first time in my life, when sculpting, I found myself thinking that my gestures were not orphans. They had been refined by thousands who had come before me and would be further refined by those who came after me. Each hammer blow came from afar and would echo down the ages.
— Jean-Baptiste Andrea, Watching Over Her: A Novel. Translated by Frank Wynne. (Simon & Schuster, January 6, 2026)













