“It reminds me that I am glad to have washed my hands of my sister Ifat’s death and can think of her now as a house I once rented but which is presently inhabited by I do not know. I miss her body, of course, and how tall she was, with the skull of a leopard and the manner of a hawk. But that’s aesthetic, and aside from it, Ifat is just a repository of anecdotes for me, something I carry around without noticing, like lymph.”

– Sara Suleri, Meatless Days (1987)