gritty, earthy, and feverish. wonderfully intertwines the vampiric gothic with the catholic gothic to create a dirt crusted telling of shame and guilt.
Sobering and moving. Campbell shows us the hidden world of death and forces us to make direct eye contact with something many of us compulsively avoid the gaze of. Beautiful stories of unseen kindness and generosity. Behind closed doors, the dead are cared for by dedicated and empathetic care workers whose heroics go unseen and quietly in the dark.
As far as I interpreted this, Ma gently asks us to interrogate how living in and for nostalgia costs us valuable time with ourselves and our loved ones as living breathing people.
We are surrounded by nostalgia and the past, exacerbated by social media, so much so that it's easy to forget how time marches onwards without our explicit consent.
We are routinely offered compilations of years gone by on Facebook and Google Photos that aggregate and feed our own memories back to us as we claw at the present for a semblance of the joy we seem to remember experiencing at some abstracted point in time.
Beautifully and sensitively written, this is a pandemic story with the sincerity of a memoir.
I ended up skipping chapters that were about parenting as I was looking for something more personally applicable. It is therapeutic to see my own problems reflected back at me, although I felt the section on "healing" was a little lacking for me. I also found the authors focus on their own personal anecdotes - of which there were many - a little less interesting than the anecdotes of their patients. Overall, a comforting and empathetic read.