Why Don’t I Cry?

My younger brother is dying.  It’s a tragedy.  The idea that in mere months he will be gone forever in months at the age of 65 doesn’t seem real.  It is certainly not ‘fair’.  He’s fit, had no major illnesses. Suddenly he’s a victim of anaplastic thyroid cancer, with no hope it seems of any medical remedy.  It’s sad, it’s unfair, it’s sudden, he’s a good person, it’s shocking.  Why don’t I cry?Read More »

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Je Suis Ove (et Don)

Have you ever read a book and thought, ‘That’s me!’?.  I’ve read two – ‘A Man Called Ove’ (which you may have seen as a film) and Don in ‘The Rosie Project’ – and felt this.  It’s quite disconcerting when a writer gets at your heart.  It’s as if you are transparent…But luckily, if the  characters are flawed, immoral or dangerous, you are the only one aware of it and, not wishing to reveal your heart of hearts, you may escape detection of your dark centre.

Now, if you’ve read either of these books, I doubt you will have had this feeling.  If you know me you may think what I feel is slightly odd, because Ove and Don are rather strange, unlikeable characters and you may feel (hopefully?) I am not like that.  But, inside, this is what is going on in my head.Read More »