![]() 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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