Barbara Kingsolver
Barbara Kingsolver
Barbara Kingsolveris an American novelist, essayist and poet. She was raised in rural Kentucky and lived briefly in the Congo in her early childhood. Kingsolver earned degrees in biology at DePauw University and the University of Arizona and worked as a freelance writer before she began writing novels. Her widely known works include The Poisonwood Bible, the tale of a missionary family in the Congo, and Animal, Vegetable, Miracle, a non-fiction account of her family's attempts to eat locally...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth8 April 1955
CountryUnited States of America
Parenting is something that happens mostly while you're thinking of something else.
In the places that call me out, I know I'll recover my wordless childhood trust in the largeness of life and its willingness to take me in.
Prayer had always struck me as more or less a glorified attempt at a business transaction.
The reason most people have kids is because they get pregnant.
I don't understand how any good art could fail to be political.
Come to think of it, just about every tool was shaped like either a weenie or a pistol, depending on your point of view.
I grew up aware of all the people I depended on and who depended on me.
Nine-tenths of human law is about possession.
Tomorrow these villagers would carry their secret icons into the church without any priest and light the candles themselves, moving together in single-minded grace. Like the school of the fish, so driven to righteousness they could flout the law, declare the safety of their souls, then go home and destroy the evidence.
From my earliest memory, times of crisis seemed to end up with women in the kitchen preparing food for men.
I'm widest awake as a writer doing something new, engaged in a process I'm not sure I can finish, generating at the edge of my powers. Some people bungee jump; I write.
Mom is losing, no doubt, because our vegetables have come to lack two features of interest: nutrition and flavor. Storage and transport take predictable tolls on the volatile plant compounds that subtly add up to taste and food value. Breeding to increase shelf life also has tended to decrease palatability. Bizarre as it seems, we've accepted a tradeoff that amounts to: "Give me every vegetable in every season, even if it tastes like a cardboard picture of its former self."
Quit smoking, and observe posted speed limits. This will improve your odds of getting old enough to be wise.
there are people who read my work and accuse me of being political! As far as I'm concerned that's like accusing a dog of having a bark!