Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Superb, Perfect,
Superb, Perfect, Impassioned, Masterpiece, these are the words used to describe Philip Roth's book, 'Everyman'. A small, 182 page books, read in one sitting for me because I could not bear to put it down. The first page grabbed me, and I had to know, had to know it all. This is a book of loss, regret, a lifetime of love, energy, work, illness, surgery, growing old, moving on, taking each day as it comes and family, most of all family. We don't know the story teller's name, father, dad, husband, child, granddad, colleague, lover; we learn all about these people as one man. A compelling story told from his funeral back to the beginning of the first surgery. Then the years of health and good fortune. Back to surgery and illness and in-between death. Death of parents, then of colleagues and then friends. A novel that is about death and how it comes to be and what occurs before. There is a portion of the book near the end where the storyteller talks to a gravedigger and learns all about grave digging, and we are listening in and learn alot. This gravedigger is special, and he digs by hand shovel. His graves are perfect. This man gives his all to his job. We are the recipients of a perfectly dug grave. A life in full, some regrets, lots of happiness and sadness and wanting and finally death. It comes to us all, you know. , Impassioned, Masterpiece, these are the words used to describe Philip Roth's book, 'Everyman'. A small, 182 page books, read in one sitting for me because I could not bear to put it down. The first page grabbed me, and I had to know, had to know it all. This is a book of loss, regret, a lifetime of love, energy, work, illness, surgery, growing old, moving on, taking each day as it comes and family, most of all family. We don't know the story teller's name, father, dad, husband, child, granddad, colleague, lover; we learn all about these people as one man. A compelling story told from his funeral back to the beginning of the first surgery. Then the years of health and good fortune. Back to surgery and illness and in-between death. Death of parents, then of colleagues and then friends. A novel that is about death and how it comes to be and what occurs before. There is a portion of the book near the end where the storyteller talks to a gravedigger and learns all about grave digging, and we are listening in and learn alot. This gravedigger is special, and he digs by hand shovel. His graves are perfect. This man gives his all to his job. We are the recipients of a perfectly dug grave. A life in full, some regrets, lots of happiness and sadness and wanting and finally death. It comes to us all, you know.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
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