"This book is about love and witness. “There is going to be destruction: the obliteration of a person, his intellect, his experience and his agency,” Ms. Coutts writes. “I am to watch it. This is my part.”
She chronicles in close detail the fluctuations of her husband’s illness. She also delivers acute writing about her own physical and mental burdens. “I have never cried like this,” she writes early on. “The fatigue of it is seismic. This is crying as main violence to the self.”
She adds, in words that give this book its title: “The shock feels greater because the tears are my first intimation of scale. I am nearing the iceberg. My tears are sonar. They release on impact a faint understanding of what lies beneath: a vast solid, the floating mass of ice that is still to come.”
Review: A Widow Documents Her Loss in ‘The Iceberg’ - The New York Times
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