How It’s New York:
How It’s Irish:
Meghan O’Rourke will be in conversation with Belinda McKeon at the Irish Arts Center Tuesday, April 3, 7:30 pm.
Mortality – no, let’s call it Death – bites you on the ass.
Maybe there’s something necessary in that, and in fact, one of the universally applicable insights in O’Rourke’s book, is that it’s okay for people to weep inconsolably at the funeral of someone they don’t really know, because it’s an outlet for their own grief about themselves or their own loved ones.
MORE HERE– what’s in the book? DID ANYTHING SEEM MOVING TO YOU? APPALLING? SAD?. WHO IS MEGHAN? HER FAMILY? THE FATHER HAS DEMENTIA– SURELY THAT MATTERS? DID THE DIVORCE MAKE THINGS HARDER? WERE THE BROTHERS SUPPORTIVE OR NOT?
IS THERE SOME ISSUE WITH BEING A JOURNO-BLOGGER? OR A JOURNALIST?
BUT IT’S A MEMOIR– A GENRE THAT TYPICALLY DOESN’T NEED TO BE OVERLY LITERARY. DOES IT NOT WORK AS A MEMOIR?
It was a cold spring. A bitter rain came down for days on end, as if the gods knew my sorrow. In literary criticism, the term for this association is “pathetic fallacy,” coined by the art critic John Ruskin to describe the attribution of human emotion to nature and inanimate objects; the harsh, angry moors of Wuthering Heights mirror the characters’ lives. At work on the website, I was often irritable, and I’d decided that after its launch I would take the summer off, then go back to teaching.
And that was why one afternoon, about three weeks after my mother died, unable to get far from bed, I googled “grief.” I was having a bad day. It was two p.m., and I was on the bed wondering: Was it normal to believe surviving was pointless? Was I losing my mind? I wanted a picture of this experience from the outside: a clinical picture. So I began to read, thinking that information might stop me from feeling that I was floating away.Not surprisingly, perhaps, the clinical picture on grief is extensive…
The original of the above paragraph in her blog post on Slate which reads as follows:
“And that is why one afternoon, about three weeks after my mother died, I Googled “grief.”
I was having a bad day. It was 2 p.m., and I was supposed to be doing something. Instead, I was sitting on my bed (which I had actually made, in compensation for everything else undone) wondering: Was it normal to feel everything was pointless? Would I always feel this way? I wanted to know more. I wanted to get a picture of this strange experience from the outside, instead of the melted inside. So I Googled—feeling a little like Lindsay in Freaks and Geeks, in the episode where she smokes a joint, gets way too high, and digs out an encyclopedia to learn more about “marijuana.” Only information can prevent her from feeling that she’s floating away.”
But there is something more at stake here and that it is the promotion of a “most emailed” mentality – buzz becoming knowledge. MOST PEOPLE WILL NOT AGREE WITH YOU HERE. MOST PEOPLE THINK WATCHING A PARENT DIE IS WAY MORE SIGNIFICANT THAN WHETHER BUZZ = KNOWLEDGE.
ADD PARAGRAPH ABOUT THE ACTUAL EVENTS HERE-
SOMETHING LIKE; about the book== onto the events in it.
WHO IS THE BOOK FOR? WILL IT WORK ON SOME LEVEL, FOR PEOPLE IN PAIN? OR IS THE WRITING SO BAD, THAT THE EVENTS JUST DON’T LAND?
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