I wouldn’t say these 33 (and a third) chapters are meditative experiences; if you were to begin reading this expecting a tranquil, gentle guide through mortality and grief’s throes then you will soon realise that’s not what you’re going to get. What you might get, and certainly what I got, was an experienced, intelligent, common sense approach to not just the broadness of death or the acceptance of life as rapid and finite but the wider societal impact of issues western culture will not touch.
David Jarrett makes his position very clear throughout the book, does not shy away from opinions still deemed controversial, and does not censor that which might be uncomfortable to confront. It goes beyond death acceptance, or “the good death” even. Explored here are attitudes to life too. What constitutes quality of life? Do we still not grasp that quantity is sometimes not only futile but harmful? What is it about our culture that will have our medical institutions unable to let go of their death grip (pun intended) on interventional medicine in the very aged, the profoundly cognitively declined, the deserving of release from the agony their flesh prisons have become? The answer is multifaceted and is the partial framework of this book, the other part of it being the warmth, humour and honesty of Jarrett’s storytelling, which was thoroughly enjoyable and made for a pleasant and easy reading experience despite the heavy subject matter. I found myself nodding along enthusiastically and agreeing with every point the author made throughout with a sense of gratitude that the way I think about this is not crazy, cold-hearted, or unethical, but a sensible kindness, and frankly the only version of “dignity in death” that I care to receive when my time comes.
This is going on my list of “books about death to recommend to people who literally didn’t ask” because from start to finish it was a death-affirming joy of a read. Easy five stars.