Every book is for someone. The act of writing may be a solitary, but it is always a reach toward another person–a single person–since every book is read alone. The writer does not know for whom she writes. The reader’s face is invisible, and yet, every sentence inscribed on a page represents a bid for contact and a hope for understanding.
Siri Hutsvedt, author’s note to Living, Thinking, Looking
Matthew Frye-Castillo 