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3.7 AVERAGE
3.7 AVERAGE
emotional
slow-paced
this book was hard going as it did go through different prose but understood the authors loss but the book wasn't for me though
Poetry of grief. Grossman dives deep into the most unnatural grief of all - that of a parent for a child. Poetic, allegorical, troubled. This makes a sad companion piece to the Max Porter book I read recently, Grief is a Thing With Feathers.
Not sure at this point if I'm choosing these books or if they're choosing me.
Not sure at this point if I'm choosing these books or if they're choosing me.
“The passing time is painful. I have lost the art of moving simply, naturally, within it. I am swept back against its flow. Angry, vindictive, it pierces me all the time, all the time with its spikes.”
Long before I planned a second trip to Israel, I knew that I was interested in David Grossman’s books. He is considered one of Israeli’s top authors and he is very involved in the peace movement in Israel/Palestine. I had picked up To the End of the Land several times, but never got very far.
I decided that I might find this story more accessible, mainly because it is short. I was so wrong. First of all, the tale is told in verse, or maybe as a play. It is a hybrid and I found that confusing. Secondly, this novel is dealing with death and grief. Nothing would have made this an easy read.
However, I was alone, up in the air, willing to surrender to the book. I could have quit, but I decided to just give in to what Grossman was saying. There is something about being isolated on the airplane that helped me just read and absorb.
I have not lost a child to death. I had a miscarriage almost 35 years ago, but the baby did not seem entirely real. Grossman’s son died in 2004 in a military action in the Second Lebanon War. To lose a son, someone you have known for about twenty years – I can’t even imagine the pain.
In an interview in the New Yorker (https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2010/09/27/the-unconsoled), Grossman says, “It’s such a major part of my life now, grief. It’s hard to say the word. Separation from Uri, learning to accept what happened—I have to confront it. It’s even my responsibility as a father to him. I cannot run away.”
Grossman is a powerful writer. He is willing to open his life and share it with the world. Although it was a difficult read, I have a better understanding of how some people deal with death and grief. I am grateful to Grossman.
Long before I planned a second trip to Israel, I knew that I was interested in David Grossman’s books. He is considered one of Israeli’s top authors and he is very involved in the peace movement in Israel/Palestine. I had picked up To the End of the Land several times, but never got very far.
I decided that I might find this story more accessible, mainly because it is short. I was so wrong. First of all, the tale is told in verse, or maybe as a play. It is a hybrid and I found that confusing. Secondly, this novel is dealing with death and grief. Nothing would have made this an easy read.
However, I was alone, up in the air, willing to surrender to the book. I could have quit, but I decided to just give in to what Grossman was saying. There is something about being isolated on the airplane that helped me just read and absorb.
I have not lost a child to death. I had a miscarriage almost 35 years ago, but the baby did not seem entirely real. Grossman’s son died in 2004 in a military action in the Second Lebanon War. To lose a son, someone you have known for about twenty years – I can’t even imagine the pain.
In an interview in the New Yorker (https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2010/09/27/the-unconsoled), Grossman says, “It’s such a major part of my life now, grief. It’s hard to say the word. Separation from Uri, learning to accept what happened—I have to confront it. It’s even my responsibility as a father to him. I cannot run away.”
Grossman is a powerful writer. He is willing to open his life and share it with the world. Although it was a difficult read, I have a better understanding of how some people deal with death and grief. I am grateful to Grossman.
An interesting read on death, grief, and loss.
Ovo je bilo nešto najzanimljivije što sam pročitala ove godine. Spoj drame, proze i poezije koji je iskorišten da se prikaže bol gubitka djeteta.
Svi likovi izgubili su dijete i pokušavaju da se nose sa boli koja ih je progutala i lišila ih svega što ih čini ljudima. Prvi lik sa kojim se upoznajemo kreće da hoda u koncentričnim krugovima oko svoje kuće koji se šire sve više i više dok ne obuhvate cijeli grad. Ubrzo mu se priključuju svi likovi iz djela koji su izgubili dijete. Pokušavaju kretanjem da pobijede smrt. Isto to rade i sa riječima, tvoreći ponekad apsurdne razgovore. Stvaranjem riječi, pokušavaju da uguše prazninu gdje su nekada stvorili ljudsko biće.
Svi likovi izgubili su dijete i pokušavaju da se nose sa boli koja ih je progutala i lišila ih svega što ih čini ljudima. Prvi lik sa kojim se upoznajemo kreće da hoda u koncentričnim krugovima oko svoje kuće koji se šire sve više i više dok ne obuhvate cijeli grad. Ubrzo mu se priključuju svi likovi iz djela koji su izgubili dijete. Pokušavaju kretanjem da pobijede smrt. Isto to rade i sa riječima, tvoreći ponekad apsurdne razgovore. Stvaranjem riječi, pokušavaju da uguše prazninu gdje su nekada stvorili ljudsko biće.