Grief is supposed to come in a neat package. You can\u2019t believe something bad happened to you, you get ticked off, you wail at God to change things so they go back to normal, they don\u2019t so you get sad, really sad, and when the sadness gets too boring you get over it and then it\u2019s all good. Or at least, the so-called five stages of grief give the deceptive illusion it goes so smoothly. <\/p>\n
Unfortunately, that\u2019s not the way it goes. Things meander, they go underground, they blend with other things. Something may look like one thing to someone, and yet the mourner feels another. It\u2019s a messy, jagged process that rambles all over the place. Nothing depicts this better than Dave Eggers\u2019 \u201cA Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius\u201d.<\/p>\n
If you are looking for a straight up memoir about how this man\u2019s parents died, how he quietly wept on the grave and put on a brave face in the wake of it while raising his orphaned baby brother, you will be disappointed. This is not a quiet story, more like a comedy of the absurd. You may be puzzled by what seems to be irrelevant material, thinking that the author has exploited his parents\u2019 death to revel in exhibition about his wild late adolescence and early adulthood, part of Gen-X Zeitgeist. <\/p>\n
Part of my empathy as a reader comes from personal identification. Eggers was twenty-one when both his parents died of cancer. I was eighteen when my mother died of the disease and twenty-when my father, already disabled from a stroke eleven years earlier, died of cancer as well. In between, there was trying to find an identity and my place in this world while dealing with the strange aftereffects of these traumas. There really is no great time to lose people, but losing them as an adolescent or young adult seems to have some strange side effects that aren\u2019t really calculated in the average grief recovery handbook. <\/p>\n
That\u2019s the weird netherworld that Eggers depicts in his book. To me, that was the point with his off the topic meanderings and countless encounters with his peer group. College-aged people are making adult decisions for the first time, blundering in a way that sometimes works out well and sometimes does not. Who you are in relation to the real world is just coming into play. Having something like a couple of dead parents really complicates the issue of a life not quite formed yet. Working on a memoir about my own experience with the topic, I can see where Eggers is coming from, because my peer group figures in more prominently than speaking to my parents\u2019 friends about what the meaning of life is, or politely dabbing my eyes over their graves while on the stage 3 of bargaining. <\/p>\n
So, this is something to keep in mind if you read the book. Eggers is a writer that doesn\u2019t take himself seriously, even joking that you can skip over this part or some other part because it\u2019s about adolescent angst more than anything else. But with the overseas wars, there are a lot more bereaved teenagers and young adults than ever before. They may have lost parents, siblings, lovers, friends, or in some cases, spouses. This age group tends to get disparaged a lot anyway, and people seem to forget that despite their seeming oddities, they are still people, not space aliens from Mars. Rambling as the book may be, I related to the text, and if you are willing to delve into the mind of a twentysomething to see if there is more than selfishness there in a time of trauma, I recommend that you read Dave Eggers\u2019 book.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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