Category: Non Fiction, Memoirs, Medicine
Author: Paul Kalanithi
As much as it’s about death, it’s about life, and time and our existence and the fragility of it and how it can be plucked away abruptly, like a single blade of grass uprooted from soil. It is an introspection, a quiet mediation, a remainder on the importance of relationships and people in an age surrounded by digital screens and distractions.
In the middle sections, it gets very philosophical and it feels a little impersonal, but otherwise it’s such a heartbreaking, beautiful memoir. Kalanithi’s writing sings out of the page. Its evident that he was as prolific a writer, as he was a brilliant neurosurgeon. The depth of his memoir combined with choice of language create such an impact, that’s its something anyone and everyone should experience. There were lines thats stinged my eyes with tears, that choked at my throat till it hurt and yet some light hearted moments that made me chuckle. There’s so much you can take away and glean from his life, experiences and his strength and integrity at the face of death.