This was a story that was hard to hear. Obviously the writer has some phenomenal talent and there was so much beauty in the descriptions of her grief.
The book relates the before and the after for a woman who married her husband only to lose him to an unexpected and unclear death while he was out running.
I guess what I got from this story is that grief runs much deeper than anyone expects, and that although people deal with it in different ways nobody knows what you are supposed to do with it. Even living and moving on are not necessarily the obvious course. The stages of grief that are often discussed are not even related to something like this – they were designed for something completely different.
Sometimes I felt a little voyeuristic while reading this – isn’t this a private journey? Am I reading about grief for entertainment? Or just to know more?
The product of that grief is the beautiful writing and imagery of this book, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. I hope that the author can channel her abilities into more writing in the future, and I wonder if it will be possible to write about other things as well as she did with this.
Next I am reading Paved Paradise by Henry Grabar.