Tuesday, September 10, 2013
We learn that Sally divorced her husband, relocated to Mexico where she tripped on a carpet at a cocktail party, hit her head on a brick fireplace and broke her neck, leaving her disabled in some unnamed but grave way. Throughout the course of the evening many martinis, Drambuies and margaritas are downed and stories are told about Sally's first flame, her failed marriage and her two troubled children, Kyle and Chloe.
Sally does not appear depressed or in pain, she has simply had enough. She approaches her imminent death with grace and humour. She explains, “It’s just that this has become less and less manageable. I don’t want to go into physical details, but you understand. And it’s only going to get worse.”
As the story approached its gentle, inevitable conclusion I hoped that there would be an unexpected turn but it ended where it was meant to end. It is elegantly written and revelatory. I recommend it highly.