What the publisher says:
In 1997 Andrew Marshall’s partner, and the only person to whom he had ever truly opened his heart, died after a gruelling and debilitating illness. Unmoored from his old life, and feeling let down by his family, Andrew struggled not only to make sense of his loss but to even imagine what a future without Thom might look like.
His diary became a record of recovery and setbacks – like a rebound relationship – some weird and wonderful encounters with psychics and gurus and how his job as a journalist gave him the chance to talk about death with a range of famous people, a forensic anthropologist and a holocaust survivor.
Slowly but surely, with the help of friends, a badly behaved dog and a renewed relationship with his parents, Andrew began to navigate the Thom-shaped hole in his life, and started to piece himself back together.
My Mourning Year is a frank and unflinching account of one man’s life over the year following the death of his lover.
What I say:
This is by far the most unusual book that I have ever read. Upon reading the blurb you may expect this to be the type of book which makes you cry ugly tears as the writer comes to terms with losing the love of his life. In fact this is a surprisingly uplifting book.
This book is the diary of how Thom became ill and then passed away and an honest account of how Andrew dealt with the illness, both his and Thom’s families and Thom’s death and making the arrangements for his funeral in a country where he has limited language skills. It is easy to imagine how writing the diary allowed Andrew to come to terms with his feelings and to be able to move on with his life at the right point.
No rating but purely because this was a book so far away from my normal type of read