Strange Paths of Grief

All day today I’ve been responding to Facebook messages, emails and phone calls about my father. I don’t know why it had to happen today and not be spread out across a week, for example.

Not surprisingly, I’m rereading Ruth Rendell’s novel The Chimney-Sweeper’s Boy that is about a larger-than-life father who adored his two daughters. He dies at the age of 71 at the beginning of the novel and they grieve him and start discovering unexpected facts about his life. It’s one of Rendell’s best novels. I have already read it 3 times, so this is my fourth go. This is a novel of incredible psychological insight. I highly recommend.

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