Introduction

In two thousand 11 edwid janticott wrote an essay for the new yorker called flight. Denticott was also writing in the wake of a devastating earthquake that had hit her home country of hayti the year before. The image that lingers most in my mind from september eleventh to thousand one is that of human beings attempting to fly, men and women catapulted from or fleeing a volcano like inferno of fuel, fire, heat and smoke. S toes ladsmisonso we are often told that we must not compare tragedy. But there are still enough people around to look back and to remember. After a hundred a thou an or ten thousand years,