Crime of the Heart
A violent episode witnessed in childhood evokes powerful mysteries about the nature of love and death.
Desire is a question to which there is no answer, yet much of the time it's the only question that matters. "Love . . . makes one little room, an everywhere," wrote John Donne. Death, in its not-so-different way, does the same. The place of one's final heartbeat is immense, or so it seemed to me at age eight when I inadvertently became sole witness to a murder.
I was throwing a rubber ball against a cracked beach wall on