Unexpected death in a book

I’ve been reading The Last Painting of Sara de Vos, by Dominic Smith, this week, and I have decided I can no longer bear books where a young child dies. The death of the child, while central to one of the story’s threads and to her mother’s behavior and emotions, is by no means central to the story.

And yet, I find myself unable to forget it. The death of a child used to be commonplace, and we can see in contemporaneous fiction that mothers took it with varying degrees of equanimity. Having almost lost my children (at different times and for different reasons), I find that the death of a child is not something I can contemplate with equanimity. It is taking over the book for me. I cannot tell if that is intentional on the author’s part — it may be, but at this point in the book (I have not yet finished it), that is still ambiguous.

It is hard to write accurate historical fiction without including the death of a child,as it was so common before the advent of modern medicine with its vaccines, antibiotics, and scientific knowledge. I am tempted to stick with inaccurate historical fiction, or at least that with only adult characters. On the other hand, that would not have kept me from beginning the book, as the book jacket is inaccurate as to why the painter began her important work that is at the heart of the story. In the book, she begins the painting in response to her daughter’s death. On the book jacket, she is merely haunted by the image of a young girl she saw. Rather a large difference.


You Have to Die of Something

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In 2010, cancer will become the number one cause of death in the world. This statistic is especially tragic considering that one-third of all cancer deaths are preventable, writes Change.org Changemaker and CEO of the Lance Armstrong Foundation, Doug Ulman. Taking a stronger stand to prevent tobacco addiction will save countless people the pain of a diagnosis.

But everyone dies. There is no way out of this life except to die. That is the terrible, hard truth of this wheel of suffering we find ourselves on. And if we, as intelligent, controlling beings, find ourselves able to avoid most causes of death for most people, then we still have to die of something.

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