A monumental St. Bernadette to the initiates, this work has achieved something like the status of "Manuscript Classic." An epistolary text which takes as its formal parameters the nine months of Ms. Mayer's last pregnancy – an augury by bee sting – and writes the reader's psyche to the fences.

"This is a most remarkable and wonderful book, reinventing the genre of 'letters by mothers' and extending it into a brilliant social meditation on the unpredictability and unboundedness of the responsibility we experience as desire. The work is precise, expansive, unabashed, melancholic, forthright, and metaphysical; it is about public and private history, good advice, speculation, news, and the ways understanding and adventure direct our attention and stimulate our manifold desire. 'Bernadette' (the one in the book) is at any given point precisely and descriptively somewhere, and yet she is also everywhere; the simultaneity and scale-shifting of her attention as it runs through any given sentence is amazing. And yet the power of the resulting book is logical. For 'mothers,' the desire to please is always a prolongation of the power to please."

"This one is all adventure in the event, a scaling of the exigent, an act of utter tell beyond the call. In contingency detail, at hypnagogic rates, she meets you in mind of a reckoning. Here is the endlessly inclusive Bernadette, the one from whom comes. and so at last these once secret letters are addressed to everyone."