My Year Off - Couverture rigide

McCrum, Robert

Couverture rigide

ISBN 10 : 0708991173 ISBN 13 : 9780708991176

Editeur : Charnwood (Large Print), 1999

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Wo aber Gefahr, wacht das Rettende auch.
(Where danger waits, salvation also lies.)
--Friedrich Hölderlin
When I was just forty-two I suffered a severe stroke.  Paralysed on my left side and unable to walk, I was confined to a hospital for three months, then spent about a year recovering, slowly getting myself back into the world.

When  I was seriously ill in hospital, I longed to read a book that would tell me what I might expect in convalescence and also give me something to think about.  There are many books about strokes in old age, but I was young and had been vigorous and there was nothing that spoke to me in my distress.

I have written this book ot help those who have suffered as I did, and indeed for anyone recovering from what doctors call "an insult to the brain".  I've also written it for families and loved ones who, sucked into the vortex of catastrophic illnes, find themselves searching for words of encouragement and explanation.  People express every kind of sympathy for stroke-sufferers, but the carers are often the forgotten ones.  To all concerned, this book is meant to send a ghostly signal across the dark universe of ill-health that says, "You are not alone."  It's also intended to show those of us who are well what it can be like when our bodies shut down in the midst of the lives we take for granted.  Some will say that it's a memento mori, and that's undeniable, but I hope that it will also be heartening, especially to those who have given up all hope of recovery.  I don't mean to offer false or cheap optimism, but I am saying that, if my example is to be trusted, the brain seems to be an astonishingly resilient organ, and one capable, in certain circumstances, of remarkable recovery.

The other audience for this book is, of course, myself.  The consequences of my stroke were simply too colossal to be ignored or shut away in some mental pigeon-hole.  Writing the book has been a way to make sense of an extraordinary personal upheaval, whose consequences will be with me until I die.  Besides, I am a writer.  Communicating experience is what I do, and quite soon after I realized that I was going to survive the initial crisis I also relaized that I had been given a story that made most of what I'd written previously pale and uninteresting by comparison.

Whatever you, the reader, take away from it, there's no escaping that it is a personal book, my version of an event that changed my life.  The philosopher Wittgenstein writes, "How small a thought it takes to make a life."  Throughout my period of recovery I was often alone with my thoughts.  When, finally, I came to record these, this book became the mirror of an enforced season of solitude in the midst of a crowded life.  I've called it My Year Off because, despite the overall grimness of the experience, there were, at every stage, moments of acute irony and, even, of the purest comedy to brighten the prevailing gloom and chase away the clouds of melancholy.  P.G. Wodehouse, one of my favourite writers, once said that "There are two ways of writing ... [One is ....] a sort of musical comedy without music and ignoring real life altogether; the other is going right deep down into life and not caring a damn."  There is, I'm afraid, not much musical comedy about having a stroke.

At times, my year off was one of all-pervading slowness, of weeks lived one day, even one hour, at a time, and of life circumscribed by exasperating new restrictions and limitations.  The poet Coleridge observed that it is the convalescent who sees the world in its true colours, and, as a convalescent, I have been forced into a renewed acquaintanceship with my body and into the painful realization that I am, like it or not, imprisoned in it.  I have learned, in short, that I am not immortal (the fantasy of youth) and yet, strangely, in the process I have been renewed in my understanding of family and, finally, of the one thing that really matters: love.

Présentation de l'éditeur :

On the morning of July 29, 1995, Robert McCrum--forty-two-years old, newly married, at the top of his profession as one of British publishing's most admired editors, and in what he thought was the full bloom of health--awoke to find himself totally paralyzed on the left side, the victim of a stroke brought on by a massive cerebral hemorrhage. In My Year Off, McCrum takes readers through his own education about strokes and the frustrating reality that medical science can neither pinpoint the cause of his stroke nor offer any guarantee of recovery. He poignantly writes about his life being irrevocably changed, and, in a new afterword, how his book has touched others. McCrum's recovery is beset by anger and depression, but also marked by the love of his wife, Sarah Lyall, a love that proves equal to their dismaying circumstances. With excerpts from both their journals sprinkled throughout, My Year Off is much more than a story of recovery: It is a love story of the most realistic--and hence, inspiring--kind.

À propos de cette édition

• Éditeur: Charnwood (Large Print)
• Date d'édition: 1999
• ISBN 10: 0708991173
• ISBN 13: 9780708991176
• Reliure: Relié
• Nombre de pages: 280