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Notes on Grief by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
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I haven‘t read anything else by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie but was looking for some short stories when I found this essay. I‘m really glad I read this piece. Especially given the fact that my girlfriend just lost her father about a month ago and I tried to help as good as I could. And since I also have a very strong relationship with my father, I fear the moment he has to go as well.
„«Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language.»
On 10 June 2020, the scholar James Nwoye Adichie died suddenly in Nigeria.
In this tender and powerful essay, expanded from the original New Yorker text, his daughter, a self-confessed daddy's girl, remembers her beloved father. Notes on Grief is at once a tribute to a long life of grace and wisdom, the story of a daughter's fierce love for a parent, and a revealing examination of the layers of loss and the nature of grief.“
The writing was beautiful. Very soft but still powerful, very comprehensible, yet deep and meaningful. I liked how you could feel the love for her father in every sentence. He must have been an amazing person. I‘m sure this essay of hers helped in coping with her loss as well. If you are looking for a short but meaningful story, give this one a chance. It is worth it.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (5*)
I haven‘t read anything else by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie but was looking for some short stories when I found this essay. I‘m really glad I read this piece. Especially given the fact that my girlfriend just lost her father about a month ago and I tried to help as good as I could. And since I also have a very strong relationship with my father, I fear the moment he has to go as well.
„«Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language.»
On 10 June 2020, the scholar James Nwoye Adichie died suddenly in Nigeria.
In this tender and powerful essay, expanded from the original New Yorker text, his daughter, a self-confessed daddy's girl, remembers her beloved father. Notes on Grief is at once a tribute to a long life of grace and wisdom, the story of a daughter's fierce love for a parent, and a revealing examination of the layers of loss and the nature of grief.“
The writing was beautiful. Very soft but still powerful, very comprehensible, yet deep and meaningful. I liked how you could feel the love for her father in every sentence. He must have been an amazing person. I‘m sure this essay of hers helped in coping with her loss as well. If you are looking for a short but meaningful story, give this one a chance. It is worth it.
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I appreciate being able to read the perspective of someone who lost a close relative/friend during the pandemic which made her unable to travel to see them/family/attend a funeral.
I subscribe to the thought that everyone feels and processes grief differently; and that unique process might also vary each time so it’s difficult for me to say if this is “a good book on grief” (defined as being helpful to me or someone else in their grief). It might be helpful, it might not. I do appreciate anyone sharing how they move through grief.
I subscribe to the thought that everyone feels and processes grief differently; and that unique process might also vary each time so it’s difficult for me to say if this is “a good book on grief” (defined as being helpful to me or someone else in their grief). It might be helpful, it might not. I do appreciate anyone sharing how they move through grief.
‘"Never" has come to stay. "Never" feels so unfairly punitive. For the rest of my life, I will live with my hands outstretched for things that are no longer there.’
True to its title, each brief chapter is a gut wrenching note on the complete absurdity of death: someone you love is here one moment and gone the next. Adichie reflects on her close relationship to her father and to hear about this bond and this man is a privilege.
This was written well, accomplished it’s intent, but I just did not connect with it whatsoever. There was an opaque quality about it, despite its ostensible conceit of being open and honest about a life event. But I just felt like it was going through the motions.
Though, I should say I do know she’s a TERF and that might have coloured my reading of this, though I tried to accept the book as I do any other. I think it accomplishes what it sets out to do, but in a way that is like ticking the boxes of the craft being present.
Though, I should say I do know she’s a TERF and that might have coloured my reading of this, though I tried to accept the book as I do any other. I think it accomplishes what it sets out to do, but in a way that is like ticking the boxes of the craft being present.
What a thoughtful and lovely look at grief. Adichie writes with truth and heart following the death of her dad in Nigeria during Covid lockdowns when travel was impossible. If her dad can hear her words, he must be so proud.