Reading

Thought I’d share a novella I just read: “Grief is the thing with feathers” by Max Porter. I picked it up this morning at Avid Reader for something to read while I had eggs and a coffee. I finished reading it at the same coffee shop. Somehow in 110 pages this guy seemed to capture the sense of all my grief and intense sadness, my love for Mary, and the kids; and yet through tears at the end (not sure what the coffee shop patrons made of it) caused me to smile and think confidently that there’s hope. There’s a reading from the author here: http://youtu.be/ShRQdyLVmHc. For me the words and rhythms resonated. There are essentially three characters: the dad, the boys, and the crow who’s a brilliant metaphor for the wild, emotional, raw and bitter journey that’s grief. Nothing I’ve read captures how I see my situation like this does. The reading is also linked in this review: http://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/sep/12/max-porter-books-interview-grief-is-a-thing-with-feathers.