A slim little volume on mortality.
The life and learning of a man diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Only this man has quite a profile as a prominent writer, atheist and raconteur.
Reminds me of Julian Barnes little volume on grief.
A memoir of what occurs and what is said, what works and what doesn’t.
What really helps in these situations?
It seems there are no real answers.
We want answers – good news, positive outcomes, but reality doesn’t disclose this for us.
Caught in tragic circumstance, with nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.
Painted into a corner by one’s own pronouncements.
Both books were excellent in their own personal analysis.
But I notice some resistance and also a search for what lies beyond their usual repertoire of what makes sense.
Does life always make sense?
The intellect cannot save someone from death, grief and pain. But it is the articulation of it that I admire.
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