There are certain books that feel less like something we simply read, and more like something we return to when a particular kind of understanding is needed. Martín Prechtel’s The Smell of Rain on Dust is one of those books. Its central insight is both simple and deeply challenging. That grief, in its fullest sense, cannot be separated from praise. If there is ever to be any real peace on earth, all people need to relearn and reestablish the now diminished and hidden arts of
