I just read a review of Joyce Carol Oates' latest book, A Widow's Story. I very much doubt I'll read it -- it's not for the fainthearted, let alone those who are petrified of their own mortality -- even though it sounds complex and beautiful and enlightening and rewarding.
From what I can gather, the book charts Oates' grief and incomprehension when her husband Raymond dies suddenly and unexpectedly. Her friends offer support and solace.
"Suffer, Joyce. Ray was worth it."
And doesn't that just sum things up?