As Kafka once wrote, 'a book should serve as an ax for the frozen sea within us.' This book, and this author, are that ax ... Much is laid before us, with great precision: finely tuned metaphors, graceful repetitions. Facts are faced, faults are noted, death and life are seen and held. That is all — and that is truly plenty, this valuable and beautiful account a gift to the reader, grieving or not.
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