Since my father’s death, I dream about descents and falls. How, without warning, gravity has you in its grip.
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Death Rattle: The Body’s Betrayals
In this moving lyric essay on grief, pain, and the body’s frailty, Ellen Wayland-Smith recalls, with heart-wrenching intimacy, how bodies have failed and fallen in her own life, and reflects on various literary and historical reckonings with the finality of death and the inevitability of the fall.