15/01/2014 um 20:00
Books of 2014: #1 – The Language of Dying, Sarah Pinborough
I found Sarah’s Twitter via Chuck Wendig (who I found via Tumblr, but that’s a different story), and it was one of those accounts I just had to follow, although I had never read any of her books before. She has the power of putting the saddest things into the most beautiful words, and they will haunt you for a long time. She is also very clever and very funny. Admiring her essays for a long time, I finally came to my senses and bought “The Language of Dying” today – during my lunchbreak. (The beauty of modern technology, really.)
I was running around that book for quite a while. People dying from cancer is, after all is said and done, part of what I work with daily. I wasn’t sure if I could stomach putting a story to all those anonymous little numbers I turn into pretty posters every day. But I’m glad I took the plunge. I’m not kidding you, this is a very sad book. It might be not right for you, if you’re in a place where your life comes apart at the seams. Or it might be right for you exactly because your life is coming apart. Just consider yourself warned, as it will tear your chest open and claw at your beating heart.
It is a story of a father dying and siblings trying to deal with it. And I can’t say much more, because I could spoil it for you. It wasn’t the first book I started this year, but the first one I did finish. After reading a handful of romance books lately, I felt like I had managed to overeat on candyfloss. I needed something raw. Really raw, and powerful. And this book delivered that. The language is heartwrenchingly beautiful, the images strong and I will think about it for a very long time. And I will definitely buy it in dead tree form too, because a screen doesn’t do it any justice.