Booking Through Thursday asks this week: What’s the saddest book you’ve read recently?
Sometimes you just come across things accidentally at the library or bookstore that you pick up and think, "that sounds interesting". I don't know why it caught my eye at the public library, but a month or so ago I came home with Cliffs of Despair by Tom Hunt, about the cliffs of Beachy Head in the south of England and the people who go there to commit suicide. The author, an American whose brother-in-low shot himself, felt drawn to the cliffs in an attempt to understand not only why people kill themselves, but why Beachy Head? What is it about the place that draws people there? He interviews families of victims, taxi drivers who have unwittingly taken suicides to the spot, rescue workers, and coroners, acknowledging that he might seem something of an ambulance-chaser, this American come to ask such deeply personal questions, and so he takes care to remain gently unjudgmental throughout. Cliffs of Despair is certainly not a self-help book, either for those tempted by suicide or for families touched by it, nor does it even answer many questions. Some questions have no answers. But it does leave one somehow with a profound feeling of sympathy towards those who, for whatever reason, have found themselves on the edge of Beachy Head and either turned away or took the last, fatal step.
Whoa! This sounds super heavy! I don't know if I could get through this one.
Posted by: Rosemary | September 24, 2009 at 10:10 PM
Thank you for posting, this book has me intrigued. I enjoy sad books. I'm currently reading The Glass Castle.
Posted by: Marce | September 27, 2009 at 06:45 PM