Lost & Found
A Memoir
(Sprache: Englisch)
An enduring account of joy and sorrow from one of the great writers of our time, The New Yorker's Kathryn Schulz, winner of the Pulitzer Prize
"Our lives do indeed deserve and reward the kind of honest, gentle, brilliant scrutiny Schulz brings to bear on...
"Our lives do indeed deserve and reward the kind of honest, gentle, brilliant scrutiny Schulz brings to bear on...
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An enduring account of joy and sorrow from one of the great writers of our time, The New Yorker's Kathryn Schulz, winner of the Pulitzer Prize"Our lives do indeed deserve and reward the kind of honest, gentle, brilliant scrutiny Schulz brings to bear on her own life. The book is profound and beautiful."-Marilynne Robinson, author of Housekeeping and Gilead
ONE OF THE MOST ANTICIPATED BOOKS OF 2022-Oprah Daily, The Washington Post, Vogue, Los Angeles Times, The Philadelphia Inquirer, BuzzFeed, Esquire, Chicago Review of Books, Town & Country, Electric Lit, The Millions, Lambda Literary, The Rumpus, Lit Hub, The Week, Kirkus Reviews
Eighteen months before Kathryn Schulz's beloved father died, she met the woman she would marry. In Lost & Found, she weaves the stories of those relationships into a brilliant exploration of how all our lives are shaped by loss and discovery-from the maddening disappearance of everyday objects to the sweeping devastations of war, pandemic, and natural disaster; from finding new planets to falling in love.
Three very different American families form the heart of Lost & Found: the one that made Schulz's father, a charming, brilliant, absentminded Jewish refugee; the one that made her partner, an equally brilliant farmer's daughter and devout Christian; and the one she herself makes through marriage. But Schulz is also attentive to other, more universal kinds of conjunction: how private happiness can coexist with global catastrophe, how we get irritated with those we adore, how love and loss are themselves unavoidably inseparable. The resulting book is part memoir, part guidebook to living in a world that is simultaneously full of wonder and joy and wretchedness and suffering-a world that always demands both our gratitude and our grief.
A staff writer at The New Yorker and winner of the Pulitzer Prize, Kathryn Schulz writes with curiosity, tenderness, erudition, and wit about our finite yet infinitely complicated
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lives. Crafted with the emotional clarity of C. S. Lewis and the intellectual force of Susan Sontag, Lost & Found is an uncommon book about common experiences.
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Chapter 1I have always disliked euphemisms for dying. Passed away, gone home, no longer with us, departed : although language like this is well-intentioned, it has never brought me any solace. In the name of tact, it turns away from death s shocking bluntness; in the name of comfort, it chooses the safe and familiar over the beautiful or evocative. To me, all this feels evasive, like a verbal averting of the eyes. But death is so impossible to avoid that is the basic, bedrock fact of it that trying to talk around it seems misguided. As the poet Robert Lowell wrote, Why not say what happened?
Yet there is one exception to this preference of mine. I lost my father : he had barely been dead ten days when I first heard myself use that expression. I was home again by then, after the long unmoored weeks by his side in the hospital, after the death, after the memorial service, thrust back into a life that looked exactly as it had before I left, orderly and daylit, its mundane obligations rendered exhausting by grief. My phone was lodged between my shoulder and my chin. While my father had been in a cardiac unit and then an intensive care unit and then in hospice care, dying, I had received a series of automated messages from the magazine where I work, informing me that I would be locked out of my email if I did not change my password. These arrived with clockwork regularity, reminding me that my access would expire in ten days, in nine days, in eight days, in seven days. It is remarkable how the ordinary and the existential are always stuck together, like the pages in a book so timeworn that the print has transferred from one to the other. I did not fix the password problem. I did lose the access and, with it, any means to solve the problem on my own. And so, after my father died, I found myself on the phone with a customer service representative, explaining, although it was absolutely unnecessary to do so, why I had neglected to address the issue in a
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timely fashion.
I lost my father last week. Perhaps because I was still in those early, distorted days of mourning, when so much of the familiar world feels alien and inaccessible, I was struck, as I had never been before, by the strangeness of the phrase. Obviously my father hadn t wandered away from me like a toddler at a picnic, or vanished like an important document in a messy office. And yet, unlike other oblique ways of talking about death, this one did not seem cagey or empty. It seemed plain, plaintive, and lonely, like grief itself. From the first time I said it, that day on the phone, it felt like something I could use, as one uses a shovel or a bell-pull: cold and ringing, containing within it both something desperate and something resigned, accurate to the confusion and desolation of bereavement.
Later, when I looked it up, I learned that there was a reason lost felt so apt to me. I had always assumed that, if we were referring to the dead we were using the word figuratively that it had been appropriated by those in mourning and contorted far beyond its original meaning. But that turns out not to be true. The verb to lose has its taproot sunk in sorrow; it is related to the lorn in forlorn. It comes from an Old English word meaning to perish, which comes from an even older word meaning to separate or cut apart. The modern sense of misplacing an object only appeared later, in the thirteenth century; a hundred years after that, to lose acquired the meaning of failing to win. In the sixteenth century we began to lose our minds; in the seventeenth century, our hearts. The circle of what we can lose, in other words, began with our own lives and each other and has been steadily expanding ever since.
This is how loss felt to me after my father died: like a for
I lost my father last week. Perhaps because I was still in those early, distorted days of mourning, when so much of the familiar world feels alien and inaccessible, I was struck, as I had never been before, by the strangeness of the phrase. Obviously my father hadn t wandered away from me like a toddler at a picnic, or vanished like an important document in a messy office. And yet, unlike other oblique ways of talking about death, this one did not seem cagey or empty. It seemed plain, plaintive, and lonely, like grief itself. From the first time I said it, that day on the phone, it felt like something I could use, as one uses a shovel or a bell-pull: cold and ringing, containing within it both something desperate and something resigned, accurate to the confusion and desolation of bereavement.
Later, when I looked it up, I learned that there was a reason lost felt so apt to me. I had always assumed that, if we were referring to the dead we were using the word figuratively that it had been appropriated by those in mourning and contorted far beyond its original meaning. But that turns out not to be true. The verb to lose has its taproot sunk in sorrow; it is related to the lorn in forlorn. It comes from an Old English word meaning to perish, which comes from an even older word meaning to separate or cut apart. The modern sense of misplacing an object only appeared later, in the thirteenth century; a hundred years after that, to lose acquired the meaning of failing to win. In the sixteenth century we began to lose our minds; in the seventeenth century, our hearts. The circle of what we can lose, in other words, began with our own lives and each other and has been steadily expanding ever since.
This is how loss felt to me after my father died: like a for
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Autoren-Porträt von Kathryn Schulz
Kathryn Schulz
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- Autor: Kathryn Schulz
- 2022, International, 256 Seiten, Maße: 20,7 x 13,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Random House
- ISBN-10: 0593446224
- ISBN-13: 9780593446225
- Erscheinungsdatum: 13.01.2022
Sprache:
Englisch
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In an ocean of churning cynicism and despair, this is a winning bet. The New York Times Sublime, compassionate . . . brilliant. Minneapolis Star-Tribune
Lost & Found exemplifies the best of what memoir can do. Oprah Daily
An extraordinary gift of a book, a tender, searching meditation on love and loss and what it means to be human. I wept at it, laughed with it, was entirely fascinated by it. I emerged feeling as if the world around me had been made anew. Helen Macdonald, author of H Is for Hawk and Vesper Flights
An unfolding astonishment to read. Alison Bechdel, author of The Secret to Human Strength and Fun Home
Kathryn Schulz has created a masterpiece of metaphysical insight, at once richly lyrical and piercingly specific. Andrew Solomon, author of The Noonday Demon and Far from the Tree
Our lives do indeed deserve and reward the kind of honest, gentle, brilliant scrutiny Schulz brings to bear on her own life. The book is profound and beautiful. Marilynne Robinson, author of Housekeeping and Gilead
Lost & Found is the most daring of books: a memoir by a happy person. Deeply felt and exquisitely written, it s an absorbing exploration of love and loss not to mention meteorites, Dante, and bears. The prodigiously talented Kathryn Schulz has written about her life in a way that will change yours. Andy Borowitz, of The Borowitz Report
Lost & Found is a deeply moving, richly illuminating exploration of loss and bliss. Schulz is never anything but the very best company, speaking nuanced truths from and about the deepest reaches of the heart. Leslie Jamison, author of Make It Scream, Make It Burn
Kathryn Schulz has a singular way of turning a familiar idea around and around until it becomes cosmic, geological, wondrous. In Lost & Found she turns a memoir of love and death into an exploration of the way chance becomes
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fate and grief intertwines with gratitude. To read her is to be quietly amazed at hidden depths and histories as if you were to discover a map of a continent written in the palm of your hand. Jia Tolentino, author of Trick Mirror
By the end of these exquisite existential wanderings, Schulz comes to a quiet truce with her finding that life, too, goes by contraries . . . by turns crushing and restorative . . . comic and uplifting. Schulz s canny observations are a treasure. Publishers Weekly (starred review)
Deeply felt. More than a reflection on the loss of a parent. It is about the idea of loss in general and the passage of time. Fresh and evocative . . . a poignant, loving, wise, and comforting meditation on grief from both a personal and collective perspective. Booklist (starred review)
By the end of these exquisite existential wanderings, Schulz comes to a quiet truce with her finding that life, too, goes by contraries . . . by turns crushing and restorative . . . comic and uplifting. Schulz s canny observations are a treasure. Publishers Weekly (starred review)
Deeply felt. More than a reflection on the loss of a parent. It is about the idea of loss in general and the passage of time. Fresh and evocative . . . a poignant, loving, wise, and comforting meditation on grief from both a personal and collective perspective. Booklist (starred review)
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