October 11, 2005

The Color of Grief

Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be. Grief has no distance. Grief comes in waves, paroxysms, sudden apprehensions that weaken the knees and blind the eyes and obliterate the dailiness of life."

Joan Didion in The Year of Magical Thinking.

I can't wait to read this book by one of our finest writers, the one with the clearest eye. She will get it right, the craziness, the rawness, the deep well of grief, the magical thinking. "Facing down tragedy", Time magazine calls it.

Unsentimental as ever, she dismisses any suggestion that she is simply being strong. "You don't have an option," she says. "It's another one of those deals in which you don't have an option." And then, amazingly, she laughs.

Posted by Jill Fallon at October 11, 2005 6:59 PM | Permalink