Book Review: A Matter of Death and Life: Love, loss and what matters in the end

A Matter of Death and Life: Love, loss and what matters in the end

Irvin D. Yalom & Marilyn Yalom. 2021. London: Piatkus.

I am unsure how to start this review as there is something too confronting if I simply write that this is by a couple who grapple with the impending death of one of them, the retirement of the other and the aftermath of it becoming a solo rather than joint project, much like their life. I am aware there is a broad range of literature on death and managing it as an experience, but it is not a topic I have ever really been drawn to and, in that sense, this feels like a novel undertaking. As I type this review, I can feel a disjoint between my upbeat activity and the real loss I know is to come. The book is simply structured with a preface giving some background to the project, followed by thirty-five chapters. The first twenty-one chapters mark the time before Marilyn's death; there is an additional unnumbered chapter entitled 'We will remember' which includes tributes from their children that were spoken at her funeral. The passage of time is marked with each chapter having a month in the top right corner of the page; some months have multiple chapters.

The way in which Marilyn's actual death is dealt with is understated. The last chapter she authors ends with a statement that feels cruel and dissociated from the reality as she writes that:

Sandy sent material to Stanford University Press and within a week they made an excellent offer – not just to publish Innocent Witnesses, but also to publish this book with Irv. This feels like a gift from the gods. Now all I have to do is stay alive in order to work on the two books with my editor…I hope I'm up to the work. With Thanksgiving just two weeks away and the children all coming here, I have to conserve whatever energy I can for them and my two book projects.

(p131)

From this point on the sole author is Irvin. It is not made into a big thing. I cried quite a lot throughout the book. In part at the ending that I was bearing witness to, and the clear love that emanates from the shared life and endeavours together. In part at the strength and resolve that comes from Marilyn in her steadfast refusal, aside from her last written words, to not avoid or sugar coat her reality but to really accept that she is about to die. In part from at the innocence that Irvin displays in his contradictory desire to support his wife of so long in ending her suffering with his desire to not be without her. In part as events resonated with me as I prepare for my own mother's death.

The Yaloms discussed shedding possessions, especially books, and things that hold memories. Their acknowledgement that the memories will die with them mirrors the discussions I have had with my mother; while she has things that she wants to pass on to my daughters, she needs, well, they may benefit from her being clear what they mean so that they are not just lumbered with 'things'. There is an honesty, especially to Marilyn's chapters, about accepting that "everything is insubstantial" (p27) in the end.

One thought that keeps bugging me, and has returned to me while reading, and out on my morning run since, is based on a line in the preface where Irvin says Marilyn has told him:

It will be our book, a book unlike any other book because it entails two minds rather than one, the reflections of a couple who have been married for sixty-five years!

(p xii)

So, my initial reading of this was that the concept of dual authors writing alternate chapters is new, yet, and I am incredulous as I write this, the Yaloms wrote and edited Every Day Gets a Little Closer (Yalom & Elkin, 1991) which followed the same format. I am unsure why it bothers me. Perhaps because references to other publications by both prolific authors are dotted about all over the book, yet not to this, and it seems a logical place to reference a format that worked so well, and a project they were wholeheartedly involved in together. I think it has stayed with me as it is

Ben Scanlan