I am grateful to the following:
Jim Rutman, for your gallant investment in my writing and the years of brilliant insights that illuminated the path for this book. It wouldn’t be real without you.
Lee Boudreaux, editor-heroine beyond compare — I remain in awe of your commitment to every dream, sorrow, and longing contained within.
Reagan Arthur, Michael Pietsch, Judy Clain, Jayne Yaffe Kemp, Carina Guiterman, Tracy Roe, Kapo Ng, Sean Ford, Carrie Neill, Nicole Dewey, and the teams at Little, Brown and Company and Lee Boudreaux Books that I’ve been so fortunate to work with. Szilvia Molnar, Danielle Bukowski, Brian Egan, and the fantastic people at Sterling Lord Literistic. All of the amazing foreign publishers, for welcoming this novel.
The David Berg Foundation, for their gracious support, and my teachers and peers at Columbia.
Pranav Behari and Adam Kaplan, for always being my heartfelt and invaluable writing-family.
Stephen O’Connor, Lydia Millet, Joyce Polansky, Karen Russell, George Sanchez, Rudy Browne — that I have enjoyed your influence and friendship is a wonder.
The Konars, Cruzes, Kims, and Sos. Grandmama and Grandpapa — słońce i księżyc. Jonathan and Coco (for always taking the funny and the future).
My parents, whose optimism and attention to beauty have been my preservation. (Special thanks to Dad for giving me a field when I needed it most.)
Philip Kim — for the genius, animals, comfort, and jokes. How anyone writes without you is beyond my understanding.
And here, words can only fail. But I must try to thank Eva Mozes Ker and Miriam Mozes Zeiger for the inspiration of their sisterhood and their girlish spirits. And I must try, again, to thank Zvi Spiegel, Gisella Pearl, Alex Dekel, and the innumerable, unnamed witnesses whose stories have compelled these pages. This book lives only in the presence of your memories.