“Out of this ‘scatter plot’ of recollections crowding into travel’s liminal space, Phillips articulates the paradox of her own personal — as well as our century’s — limbo: ‘We are,’ she writes, buckling her seatbelt for landing, ‘flying back in time, to the new world.’…Language, both Broumas and Phillips imply, is itself a form of time travel, lodging and dislodging us, bringing together the impossibly disparate, and, if we’re lucky, renewing our broken, searching selves.” — Lisa Russ Spaar ,
Los Angeles Review of Books