Posts Tagged: death
In mid-October, the New York Times reported that an Iranian man survived his execution by hanging and was scheduled to be re-executed.
Lapham Quarterly‘s Déjà Vu feature (“Bringing an historical perspective to the day’s news”) connects the miracle/tragedy to another man who proved difficult to kill: “Russia’s greatest love machine, Rasputin.”...more
At five, at six, I knew that the cemetery was full of dead bodies rotting away in boxes under the ground, and I knew that I would be one of those bodies under the ground one day, too. I could imagine myself dead; I could imagine it, and I did….Sometimes I would force these thoughts upon myself as if to test their power, or my power to resist them.
At the edges of the Earth was Lintukoto, the home of the water birds who brought souls to newly born humans and snatched them away at the moment of death. In ancient Finnish mythology those yellow and black-billed whoopers transported the deceased to an underground city, a dark and crowded place ruled by Tuoni, the spirit of death...more
At ZYZZYVA, Shanthi Sekaran writes about her friend, Elmer Morrissey, one of four sailors who went missing in the boating accident off the Farralon Islands earlier this month.
“I try to feel again the transitional seconds when Elmer went from being unquestionably alive to incomprehensibly lost.”...more
Publisher’s Weekly is attempting to deconstruct that fateful link between writers and tragic deaths through the anecdotal ends of some of the literary greats.
Tennessee Williams choked on a bottle cap, Sir Francis Bacon got a fatal case of pneumonia after stuffing a chicken with snow during a blizzard—there is a trove of death-themed stories to find out about....more
Why is the second person such a natural and addictive tense–perhaps the only honest one–when writing about drug abuse and a foggy recovery?
For years, you haven’t been able to stop asking this question. Reading Patrick deWitt’s Ablutions: Notes for a Novel, you are asking it again, vocally (a real dinner-party silencer), by mistake or with motivations hidden from even yourself....more
In his late thirties, F. Scott Fitzgerald experienced a series of emotional and mental breakdowns, many of which he wrote about in a series of random essays and observations collected under the title, The Crack-Up.
At the beginning of the self-titled essay, he writes:
“Of course, all of life is a process of breaking down, but the blows that do the dramatic side of the work — the big sudden blows that come, or seem to come, from outside — the ones you remember and blame things on and, in moments of weakness, tell your friends about, don’t show their effect all at once....more
“At a luncheon earlier in the day with Hitchens and Berlinski, Taunton asked Hitchens about his health problems. ‘Well, I’m dying, since you asked,’ Hitchens replied. ‘So are you, but I’m doing it faster and in more rich and fecund detail.’”
Despite recently undergoing chemotherapy for esophageal cancer, Hitchens still shows up to debate a believer....more