In Gestameld liedboek. Moedergetijden the Belgian writer Erwin Mortier has written a loving portrait of his mother's final years of aging and suffering from Alzheimer and dementia. Almost all of Mortier's early work is devoted to writing about his childhood and the early years of family life. Although this is not what interests me so much, Mortier's exquisite style of writing makes these books wonderfully poetic. Morier has a fine eye for the natural world and longingly writes about past times, traditions and a lifestyle that has all but passed. ( )

Alzheimer's progresses, this novel doesn't
I can't really recommend this novel because even though the prose was wonderful, there was no progression or story-line. It is about a son's memory of his mother's failied memory and loss of personality. But unlike the Alzheimer's disease that the mother is experiencing, it does not progress. It starts and ends at the end.

The only glimpse that we get of the mother's personality is through the son's recollections of her. The "story" is set in the never-ending Alzheimer's presence or in the past.. Nothing connects them.

So much so that I didn't know I was at the end of the book when I turned to a new page - blank apart from the words "Pushkin Press" - I actually thought It was the title and start of a new chapter.

Forgettable - pun intended. ( )

I loved this sad but beautiful book written by Erwin Mortier to chronicle his mother's decline from Alzheimer's and its effect on his father and himself. Mortier is a Flemish poet, and Stammered Songbook is a prose poem more than a memoir. The publisher, in its description, provides a hint of the gorgeous language, the unexpected yet perfect metaphors, wielded by Mortier as he tries to make sense of the loss and grief which are the unavoidable by-products of this cruel disease, but I want to offer a few of my own favorite passages:

"This is the mouth I gazed at for heaven knows how long in the cradle. This is the mouth whose gymnastics of caressing, whisper and lullaby must have pulled me upright on the slippery surface of words. This is the mouth that is now shedding its language, stripping the words vowel by vowel into puffs of breath, gnashing of the teeth, smacking of the lips."

"It is as if reverse birth pangs are passing through your cells and each wave is taking something else of you with it."

". . . what probably matters most as long as we're breathing: that love is attention. That they are two words for the same thing. That it isn't necessary to try to clear up every typo and obscure passage that we come across when we read the other person attentively - that a human being is difficult poetry, which you must be able to listen to without always demanding clarification[.]"

"She is now a glacial valley - an ice field has scraped over her, and the earth has been scoured away by the masses of ice. In the bare stone, wide furrows are legible. Every relief has been smoothed flat."

Mortier reveals the perversity at the core of Alzheimer's disease - that it steals the mind while leaving the body intact, even healthy - before desperately asking, "When does care become another word for torture?"

Stammered Songbook is short - I read its 176 pages in a single sitting, surrounded by soggy Kleenex - but its emotional depth surpasses that of books three times its size. Everyone, whether concerned with Alzheimer's disease, loss, grief, love, family, language, the soul, or what it means to be human and alive, will find a melody to savor and reflect upon in Stammered Songbook.

I received a free copy of Stammered Songbook from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. ( )

Mortier describes his mother's struggle with dementia, and his family's attempts to deal with this.

In short chapters we are given short scenes of the life of a patient with dementia. We see the struggles to make sense of the world, the confusion and fear, but also the good moments. We also see the ways in which the family tries to deal with the loss of a loved one, who isn't dead yet, but who also isn't really there anymore.
Mortier writes in a way that gives a very powerful image of the disease and it's consequences. His descriptions of his mother are sometimes funny and sometimes sad, but always loving and caring. His descriptions of his father's concerns and problems are beautiful and heartbreaking.

A lovely portrait, and a great image of what dementia is really like, and what it's like for the next of kin of patients. ( )

Prachtig geschreven boek over een zeer demente moeder en wat dat doet met haar zoon. Het is prachtig, maar het boek greep me niet echt aan (waarom niet?). Wel een heftig onderwerp natuurlijk. ( )