The Nick of TimeRosmarie Waldrop If memory serves, it was five years ago that yours began to refuse, Rosmarie Waldrop writes to her husband in The Nick of Time. Does it feel like crossing from an open field into the woods, the sunlight suddenly switched off? Or like a roof without edge or frame, pushed sideways in time? Ten years in the making, Waldrops phenomenally beautiful new collection explores the felt nature of existence as well as gravity and velocity, the