'Can death bring something good to my life'
A few weeks before Christmas,Clover's sister died of breast cancer,aged forty-six. Just days before,she had been given years to live. Her sudden death split Clover's life apart. The Red of My Blood charts Clover's fearless passage through the first year after her sister's death. It is a book about what life feels like when death interrupts it,and about bearing the unbearable and describing an experience that seems beyond words. Lyrical,hopeful,it is also about the magical way in which death and life exist so vividly beside one another,and the wonder of being human. A beautiful addition to the literature of loss.
Publisher: Transworld Publishers LtdISBN: 9781804990957Number of pages: 288Weight: 199 gDimensions: 198 x 127 x 17 mm
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A beautiful book. I loved every word.Stroud's beautiful new memoir,The Red of My Blood,is studded with agonising moments...This is a colourful blast of feeling that picks up on the hallucinogenic oddness of grief,along with the importance of honouring death as an unavoidable part of life.Like a magician,she puts her grief into a hat and pulls out 70,000 perfect words to describe what it is like when language fails you. Courageous and utterly compelling,this is a book that will wring you out,wear you down and leave you filled with wonder.Clover writes with visceral honesty about the lived experience of her grief for her sister Nell - in all its hues; moving swiftly between darkness and light whilst her love for Nell remains powerfully alive and present.The Red of my Blood is one of the most haunting,gripping books I've read in recent memory. Stroud's writing about overwhelming loss is knife-sharp,beautiful,and profound.This is a masterful memoir,which will echo with its readers for a long time.
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