![]() ![]() Of course, this is a sad book to read, but also so beautifully and eloquently written. He criticises himself for being self-pitying, angrily questions his idea of God and rails against the seemingly glib advice and words given by others trying to offer their awkward yet well-meaning words to a bereaved friend. At the beginning of the book, Lewis is working through his immediate emotional response, frightened that he might forget “H”, or worse still that he will create a false memory of her – a sort of idol or lifeless doll. The reader comes to feel as if they are a true confident, trusted with Lewis’s most personal moments as he goes through the process of grief after the death of his wife, who is referred only as “H”.Īt times his writing feels like a eulogy and at others a simple therapeutic act. It reads like a diary and at the same time, a conversation. It suggests abstraction as if the author is conducting analysis of another person’s state of mind. I hope that the person who borrowed it previously read it like me, out of curiosity rather than personal grief. Having only read Lewis’s children’s books I felt it might be interesting to read outside of my typical reading scope, but with a familiar voice.Ī Grief Observed, is an almost scientific title. I like the element of chance involved in picking up a book recently selected by someone else for reasons known only to them. Faber paperbacks, 1966 edition (first published 1961), 64 pages - library loan ![]()
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