Very excited that G. Willow Wilson has made the Prologue of her excellent book, Butterfly Mosque, available. I think, once you read it, you get a flavor of the character in the story. [I am of the opinion that even in memoir, the protagonist is the creation of the writer. The question is that creation recognizable as the writer.] —- PROLOGUE In the upper reaches of the Zagros Mountains, the air changed. The high altitude opened it, cleared it of the dust of the valleys, and made it sing a little in the lungs; low atmospheric pressure. It was a…
