Raw truth best describes Joyce Carol Oates' A Widow's Story. Inching
closer to the age of her husband in 2008 when he died, my husband is
soon to be 75, and reading this work was at times difficult. Oates
describes in detail the events leading up to her husband's death, the
aftermath in her own soul, and the inch-by-inch process of reclaiming a
totally changed life.
Oates recounts for us the most minute of details facing a widow in
the days, weeks and months after the death of her spouse. The
bureaucratic red tape that must be worked through, the numerous death
certificates needed for this and that, the pain of confronting the
negotiations with a funeral home regarding the body of one's beloved,
and the total loss that covers it all.
In total Oates spent some 40 years identifying herself with her
husband, Raymond Smith. Parallel lives in education, writing, and
publishing, most accomplished from their comfortable home near
Princeton, almost made them one during their life together. Life after
Raymond Smith was lonely, isolated, and frightening at times. Oates'
descriptions of the mental and physical impact is at times dark and
depressing, and the writer uses pleasant memories of Ray's garden, their
circle of friends, and walks taken through their neighborhood to
lighten the mood.
It must have been a struggle to write this story down but in the
end, the reader realizes that without it Oates would not have begun the
healing process evident at the end of the book: "Of the widow's
countless death duties there is really just one that matters: On the
first anniversary of her husband's death the widow should think 'I kept
myself alive."
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