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will love Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. zzzzzzz ( )Hmm, heavy reading. Difficult to associate with John Bayley (Iris' husband) who frankly seems a bit wet. Am struggling at the moment and haven't finished it, but good thing is I will be going back to the look up some Iris Murdoch to read, as I haven't done so before. 3776. Elegy for Iris, by John Bayley (read 28 July 2003) I only have read two books by Iris Murdoch: The Sea, the Sea, which won the 1978 Booker prize and which I read Dec. 4, 1983, and Under the Net, which was no. 95 on the Modern Library panel's 100 best books written in English in the 20th century list, which I read 9 Nov 2001, and I did not appreciate either one. Yet I decided to read this memoir of Iris Murdoch by her husband, written in 1998--she died a victim of Alzheimer's on Feb 8, 1999. I found this an elegiac and touching memoir, and it is told gracefully with appealing erudition. I rate the book, to my surprise, a most satisfying reading experience. An abstruse memoir of disintegration; the intellectual life and times of the great English novelist provides the backdrop. As much a portrait of "a very English marriage" as it is an addition to Alzheimer's literature, this elegy is replete with the black humor such "...and for worse" times call forth. My favorite line is "I used to be a devotee of the female form; now I just hose it off!" Frankly, I was disappointed with this biography of Iris Murdoch, written by her husband soon after her death. Iris died of Alzheimer's disease, suffering the devestating 'loss of self' and personality changes (really personality loss), over several years. John was too close to the degradation of her mental decline, and perhaps wrote this too soon after her death to allow perspective on her life as a whole. The tragedy of her loss of intellect and fragmentation of self would have been better told with more reflection and consideration for the person who came before. This book was more about the suffering, grief and despair of John Bayley, but his writing failed to gain my sympathy. Cannot recommend this book. The film was better. 0.044 seconds to build listing no reviews | add a review
Amazon.com (ISBN 0312421117, Paperback)In one of literary history's ghastlier ironies, Iris Murdoch, the author of such highly intellectual and philosophical novels as A Severed Head and Under the Net, was diagnosed in 1994 with Alzheimer's disease, which slowly destroys reasoning powers, memory, even the ability to speak coherently. Her husband, English literary critic John Bayley, unsparingly depicts his wife's affliction in prose as elegant and accessible as hers always was. Readers may wince at the spectacle of Murdoch glued to the TV watching the Teletubbies program, unable to perform tasks as simple as dressing herself and prey to devastating anxiety as the world becomes less and less comprehensible to her. We understand Bayley's occasional fits of rage when his caretaking chores overwhelm him. Yet in the end his memoir is touching, even inspiring. As he recalls their first meetings and marriage in the 1950s, it becomes clear that theirs was always an unconventional union, in which solitude was as important to each of them as togetherness and Bayley was content to let Murdoch keep her inner life to herself. He loves Iris, the woman, not the intellect, and he conveys an essential sweetness about his wife that endures even as her mental faculties deteriorate. This totally unsentimental account of their life and her illness is nonetheless a heartbreaker. --Wendy Smith(retrieved from Amazon Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:57:52 -0400) The first test round has been closed. Visit the Open Shelves Classification group for details. |
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