Kim Edwards
Kim Edwards
Kim Edwards is an American author and educator. She was born in Killeen, Texas, grew up in the Finger Lakes region of upstate New York, and graduated from Colgate University and The University of Iowa, where she earned an MFA in fiction and an MA in linguistics. She is the author of a story collection, The Secrets of a Fire King, which was a finalist for the PEN/Hemingway Award; her stories have been published in The Paris Review, Story, Ploughshares,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth4 May 1958
CountryUnited States of America
I like to think I've grown as a writer and taken some risks, but I still consider myself to be a literary writer.
In writing, I want to be remembered for telling good stories in beautiful and powerful language, using the poetry of words to reflect the thematic concerns of compelling stories.
I like clothes that are elegant and comfortable.
This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.
She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.
The city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losing control of the car
That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him.
They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.
I've been accused of trying too hard to rescue people
It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.
Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.
It wasn't right. He knew that, but it was like falling: once you started you couldn't stop until something stopped you.
His love for her was so deeply woven with resentment that he could not untangle the two.
Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.