Deeply thoughtful, wry, and resilient, this fascinating and absorbing book about growing older is a literate and life-enhancing look at what all of us—if we are lucky—can aspire to
"I like being old at least as much as I liked being middle aged and a good deal more than I liked being young."
Like Diana Athill's Somewhere Towards the End, this series of perceptive and warm-hearted essays is an incisive look at aging. Jane Miller dips back and forth easily between the personal and the literary, discussing the deep sustaining joys of friendship; the treatment of old age in literature from Tolstoy to Updike, Wharton to de Beauvoir; the loss of interest in such once-central preoccupation as fashion and sex; physical ailments; and exactly how age changes others' perceptions of one, including within one's own family. This reflective, intimate memoir beautifully examines and rethinks what it means to be old in a culture which prides youth and views old age as a slow decline towards the end of life.
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