On mourning Maya Angelou, Ursula Le Guin and Failure

Last week was incredibly hard.  Dr Maya Angelou died.  I suppose I knew it was coming.  And to be honest, it wasn’t a death I thought of with great dread, as I did whenever I contemplated President Nelson Mandela dying.  Maya Angelou’s work and her story meant a great deal to me, but I didn’t expect … Continue reading On mourning Maya Angelou, Ursula Le Guin and Failure

Narrating Grief

“We tell ourselves stories in order to live...We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon … Continue reading Narrating Grief

The Grief Book Club

  By some strange coincidence, in the 6 months preceding my aunt's death I had worked my way through three seminal 'grief narratives'. I have half-joked to friends that I was sort of 'studying up', without knowing it, in preparation for what was to come. There really is no preparing for it, though. The best … Continue reading The Grief Book Club