FISH IN THE SKY
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A shell tossed on the bone-bleached shore is not just a chamber of whispering song, it's a sea-flower's ear listening to you. . . a cave is not just a cave, it's like you're always reaching into your pocket when you know there's nothing there. . . ."" Similarly a pebble, a road, a walk in the woods are not just what they are, they're occasions for Mendoza's unlikely imaginings and Glaser's surreal, occasionally arresting pictures. A children's book, it seems, is not just a children's book, it's a home for free-floating fantasy that finds no other niche.