Book Review: Grief Is The Thing With Feathers by Max Porter

Compassion and bravura ‘compression’ combine to dazzling effect to produce a profound meditation on love/grief/loss. Random memories-thoughts-scraps become the book. The writing’s more akin to music, when music touches raw emotion. It’s as vivid a picture of grief as you’re likely to get. Dirty, heartbreaking, hilarious. A breathtaking collision of word-&-image. A compelling modern fable.

Whether you read the Crow as real or symbolic matters not one jot. Porter’s achievement is to confront grief head-on as a painful but inescapable part of life. This heart-wrenching, memorably ugly-beautiful description of the aftermath of loss is wondrous, ultimately hopeful and simply extraordinary.


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