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doc ✓ The Friend Hardcover ↠ horticulturetrader ï ➥ [Epub] ➟ The Friend By Sigrid Nunez ➯ – Librarian's note An alternate cover edition can be found hereA moving story of love friendship grief healing and the magical bond between a woman and her dogWhen a woman uneSeparated from the dog except for brief periods of time Isolated from the rest of the world increasingly obsessed with the dog's care determined to read its mind and fathom its heart she comes dangerously close to unraveling But while troubles abound rich and surprising rewards lie in store for both of them A meditation on writing grief and friendship The Friend follows an unnamed woman as she comes to terms with an old friend's suicide and struggles to take care of the dog he has left behind The novel is narrated from the woman's perspective and each of its twelve chapters consists of a series of fragments addressing a wide array of subjects The flimsy plot in fact feels merely like a jumping off point for philosophical contemplation; the narrator discusses at length the ethics of animal ownership sexual harassment friendships between men and women divorce literary composition pedagogy and suicide A pair of twists in the final two chapters adds a dash of drama to the story but the appeal of the novel lies elsewhere Nunez's prose is terse and fast moving and her freuent references to the work of other writers makes her book read as a collage of perspectives While I value the author's project and admire her style I often felt The Friend to be old fashioned in thought and disjointed in form

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Librarian's note An alternate cover edition can be found hereA moving story of love friendship grief healing and the magical bond between a woman and her dogWhen a woman unexpectedly loses her lifelong best friend and mentor she finds herself burdened with the unwanted dog he has left behind Her own battle a despite my joy over twinkle lights and tiny notebooks etc i was apprehensive when i got this book in my uarterly literary fiction box from pagehabit let’s just say this isn’t a good time of year for me to be reading books about suicide OR books where beloved animals might die but this isn’t a tearjerker by any means for a book about grief it’s almost entirely cerebral and most of the emotional responses to death are centered in the behavior of the dog whose master has just diedit’s somewhere in between a letter and a novel without being shaped like either a series of loosely connected stream of consciousness musings written in second person where the “you” is not the reader but the narrator’s recently deceased longtime friend and mentor whose unexpected suicide left behind a widow two ex wives a career’s worth of students and readers the narrator herself and a 180 pound great dane named apollo apollo is or less foisted upon the narrator by wife three despite her enviably rent stabilized manhattan apartment’s “no dogs” policy and they build a companionship upon their shared loss the narrator is also a writing teacher and this book feels like a writing assignment write a book about the grieving process without being emotionally manipulative without any named human characters without a traditional plot or narrative structure also name drop uote and reference at least fifty writers per chapter the result is unusual; grief manifesting in a clinical detached way freuently as physical symptoms of emotional distress but ironically it’s this self consciously strict refusal to commit to or indulge any emotional response on paper that makes the pain stand out that much ; the control and the effort that control must reuire a lot of the novel is about writing in general and about writing as therapy it’s a recurring theme in a book in which recurrence itself is a theme there’s always than one thing going on in any given passage something harkening back to or presaging another passage it’s all very intricate while giving the illusion it’s unconcerned with structure a sample pageA friend of mine who is working on a memoir says I hate the idea of writing as some kind of catharsis because it seems like that can’t possibly produce a good bookYou cannot hope to console yourself for your grief by writing warns Natalia GinzburgTurn then to Isak Denisen who believed that you could make any sorrow bearable by putting it into a story or telling a story about it I suppose that I did for myself what psychoanalysts do for their patients I expressed some very long felt and deeply felt emotion And in expressing it I explained it and then laid it to rest Woolf is talking about writing about her mother thoughts of whom had obsessed her between the ages of thirteen her age when her mother died and forty four when in a great apparently involuntary rush she wrote To the Lighthouse After which the obsession ceased I no longer hear her voice; I do not see her Does the effectiveness of catharsis depend on the uality of the writing? And if a person finds catharsis by writing a book does it matter whether or not the book is any good?My friend is also writing about her motherWriters love uoting Milosz When a writer is born into a family the family is finishedAfter I put my mother in a novel she never forgave meRather than say Toni Morrison who called basing a character on a real person an infringement of copyright A person owns his life she says It’s not for another to use it for fictionthere are some absolutely gorgeous moments in this book some excellent lines and inspired observations and unexpected connections but that’s what it left me with i felt like i had experienced several small lovely moments without having read something complete? i’m not able to articulate it with any precision right now but it’s something like this book pleased me on an analytic level without allowing me any immersive pleasure but that it also it kind of felt like when i used to have seizures there’d be a sensation of time passing punctuated by flashes of clarity but no sense or understanding of the event as a whole TLDR i liked it but i didn’t love italthough look how cute it is under the hoodREVIEW TO COME my new uarterly literary fiction box from pagehabit has arrivedoh man i have a LOT of catching up to do but what fun it will be to do socome to my blog

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The FriendGainst grief is intensified by the mute suffering of the dog a huge Great Dane traumatized by the inexplicable disappearance of its master and by the threat of eviction dogs are prohibited in her apartment buildingWhile others worry that grief has made her a victim of magical thinking the woman refuses to be 45 Stars ”The dead dwell in the conditional tense of the unreal But there is also the extraordinary sense that you have become omniscient that nothing we do or think or feel can be kept from you The extraordinary sense that you are reading these words that you know what they’ll say even before I write them” Loss loneliness the writing life friendship grieving memories love in all its various forms between people and with our pets in this story with a dog But not just any dog a larger than life sized dog a harleuin Great Dane named Apollo who is mourning the loss of his human a man a writer who has taken his own life These are some of the themes examined in this thought provoking novel ”If reading really does increase empathy as we are constantly being told that it does it appears that writing takes some away” Apollo comes to live with our narrator a friend of the deceased at the reuest of his widow his third wife He’s much too much for her to handle in her spacious place and she’s not interested in trying to make it work Apollo was his dog and she has no interest in keeping him It’s clear from the start that Apollo is mourning the loss of the man but uietly accepts the transfer to this strange new woman despite her building having a no dogs allowed policy This is not a plot driven book it weaves through thoughts the past her frustration with her students’ grasp of the English language and simple sentence construction her growing fondness for this new being sharing her life and missing the easy friendship with her former friend Apollo’s former master The writing is lovely in its sparseness adding a graceful simplicity to this story that reads like a memoir that wanders hither and yon always returning to the tie that binds her to Apollo In the beginning of their days together she keeps Apollo out of a sense of obligation to her friend something to bond them now that he’s gone As time passes her focus changes and she becomes almost single mindedly devoted to Apollo who has now become her dog in every sense they have bonded The grief is still there it is one of the things they share but in sharing that grief a bond has nevertheless been formed ”They don’t commit suicide They don’t weep But they can and do fall to pieces They can and do have their hearts broken They can and do lose their minds” Clever and darkly amusing this flits from topic to topic never staying with one too long A tribute to life and all that includes all of the ugly dark and painful sides of life balanced by the loveliness of life and the love we share through our words spoken or written Many thanks once again to the Public Library system and the many Librarians that manage organize and keep it running for the loan of this book