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Maybe at a different by time in my life, it will resonate more. Didn’t rush to pick it up.
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nor can we know ahead of the fact the unending absence that follows, the void, the very opposite of meaning, the restless succession of moments during which we will confront the experience of meaninglessness itself
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i keep having my first approach to an author be a harrowing portrait of their grief and loss.... it's amazing
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The grief that you imagine is nowhere similar to the grief that you experience.
I can never express or understand it fully.
Didion’s brilliance dissects the grief and puts it into words that added a tiny bit of sense and structure to the gaping void inside me.
And some questions that I’ll never have the answer for-
- Why did I add this book to my tbr back in 2023 without knowing anything about it?
- Why did I always think it’s an uplifting read? Why did I assume it to be different from what it actually is?
- Why did I pick up this book NOW and started reading it still without knowing what’s it about it?
- Why did I keep visiting the Cathedral of St.John the Divine (mentioned often throughout the book) in the Amsterdam Avenue several times? Was I destined to live at a walking distance from it? How many times have I stared at the splendid structure and at the reconstructed massive dome?
- why do I vividly remember the eerie and mysterious silence and the reverberating echoes which pulled me out of the city to someplace else everytime?
How are these questions connected to grief you ask, like I said, it’s nowhere close to what you imagined it to be.
I can never express or understand it fully.
Didion’s brilliance dissects the grief and puts it into words that added a tiny bit of sense and structure to the gaping void inside me.
And some questions that I’ll never have the answer for-
- Why did I add this book to my tbr back in 2023 without knowing anything about it?
- Why did I always think it’s an uplifting read? Why did I assume it to be different from what it actually is?
- Why did I pick up this book NOW and started reading it still without knowing what’s it about it?
- Why did I keep visiting the Cathedral of St.John the Divine (mentioned often throughout the book) in the Amsterdam Avenue several times? Was I destined to live at a walking distance from it? How many times have I stared at the splendid structure and at the reconstructed massive dome?
- why do I vividly remember the eerie and mysterious silence and the reverberating echoes which pulled me out of the city to someplace else everytime?
How are these questions connected to grief you ask, like I said, it’s nowhere close to what you imagined it to be.