I found that while"What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" by Raymond Carver and "A Grief Observed" by C.S. Lewis aren't exactly similar, they come to mind when I think about one or the other.
I have read over the first two chapers of "A Grief Observed" three times, trying to extract everything that I could. I wanted to feel the same way they narrator does. At pointst I found that I could easily sympathize for him and in others I couldn't and won't ( at least for a long time). The narrator is lost and depressed without his loved one. He is questioning God and wether God is who he has always thought he was. The narrator is questioning love and what he had. He is scared of even losing who she really is and was.
I think the reason I think about these two stories together is because of their quest to find love, know love, and because of the general theme, grief for lost love.
Granted, the two stories are very different. Lewis' story deals with a grieving husband, who's wife just died of cancer. He begins questioning life and over all happiness. While, Carver's story deals with a couple who both were in pervious relationships. Neither of their realtionships worked out and they now have a false perception on what true love actually is.
All the characters from the two stories, however, think that they know what true love was and is and are all hurting. They all have unanswered question that eat away at them on a daily basis, that just ends up driving them more and more mad.
So while these stories don't go hand and hand they have similar qualities. You can feel the characters pain and their broken hearts stick out especially. They both have lost hope, are heartbroken, and are on the constant look out for the answers.
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I think that this is an insightful observation: "At pointst I found that I could easily sympathize for him and in others I couldn't and won't ( at least for a long time)." The aim is to try to know the character, to feel for/with them, etc. But that can only go so far. Eventually, we run into the fact that one person can never fully communicate themselves to another--except, I believe, God.
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