Full disclosure, I was the author’s editor for the original story that Matt later expanded into this book, and became a friend. And for those readers unfamiliar with Matt, he passed away a few weeks ago following surgery for a brain tumor he developed as a direct result of the cancer treatments he underwent as a teenager. I guess that qualifies as a spoiler, one I never wanted to write.
This isn’t like most memoirs, because in many ways its not about Matt at all. It’s about other people, all the doctors, nurses and, most of all, the other kids Matt met while undergoing treatment. Major publishers passed on this because it didn’t have the redemptive happy ending they wanted. But it has something even better, I think, the lesson that life is never about ourselves, only those we meet and connect with.
I shared many things with Matt - a similar background and upbringing, chronic childhood illness (not nearly as severe) and a love of words. Maybe that’s why this book made me cry my eyes out, something I’ve never done before or since, not through sadness, but because it did what only the best memoirs do - cause me to reflect, to find my own story, or parts of it, in his.
I often tell writers that a successful story changes the reader’s life in some way large or small, and that’s the only measure that matters. That’s what this book does. It may not be a “happy” ending, but it is something even better: a real and lasting end that will continue to live on in the readers of this book after the final page, unforgettable as a life, or a friend. Something genuine and true. Something you will remember and carry with you afterwards, forever changed, simply by words alone.