![]() This slim volume is a transcript of Lewis’s journal after the death of his wife, Helen Joy Davidman, and in its pages Lewis tracks the process of his own mourning: its repetitions and its strange boredoms, its agonizing small moments. One of the best literary examinations of grief that I know of is C.S. But as a nation, America has been afforded little space to stop and feel the grief that comes with the tragedy of this moment in history. ![]() And even if you don’t personally know anyone who died, you still have to reckon with the loss of the world that used to exist. ![]() More than half a million Americans are dead. In this terrible pandemic year, it has been oddly difficult to find ways to talk about the onslaught of bitter and unrelenting grief. ![]()
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