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Bestselling author "May Sarton has never been better than she is in this beautiful, harrowing novel about being old, unwanted, yet refusing to give up" (The Boston Globe). After seventy-six-year-old Caro Spencer suffers a heart attack, her family sends her to a private retirement home to wait out the rest of her days. Her memory growing fuzzy, Caro decides to keep a journal to document the daily goings-on--her feelings of confinement and boredom; her distrust of the home's owner, Harriet Hatfield, and her daughter, Rose; her pity for the more incapacitated residents; her resentment of her brother, John, for leaving her alone. The journal entries describe not only her frustrations, but also small moments of beauty--found in a welcome visit from her minister, or in watching a bird in the garden. But as she writes, Caro grows increasingly sensitive to the casual atrocities of retirement-home life. Even as she acknowledges her mind is beginning to fail, she is determined to fight back against the injustices foisted upon the home's occupants. This ebook features an extended biography of May Sarton.… (more)
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From the beginning she cautions herself against hope, "the most dangerous emotion", but nevertheless strives to maintain her sense of self in a terminally dehumanizing situation.
It took some courage to finish the book, because very little good stuff happens, and how it will all end is fairly clear about half way through. But I am very glad I read it, and I think everyone should. We all have aging relatives, and we all will be old one day if we live long enough. An emotionally difficult subject, artfully handled.
This is one of the grimmest accounts of growing old I ever read. It’s told with unflinching honesty by a perceptive elderly woman who’s been put in a nursing home. Effective for engendering empathy for vulnerable
"I am not mad, only old ... I am in a concentration camp for the old, a place where people dump their parents or relatives exactly as though it were an ash can."
Caroline Spencer - "Caro" - is a woman in full possession of her faculties when her brother and his wife place her in "Twin Elms," a private nursing home, run down and not very clean, a place which harkens back to the county poor farms of the twenties and thirties. It is run by Harriet and her daughter Rose, both overweight unhappy harridans who, in their treatment of Caro and the several old men residents, are living proof that absolute power corrupts and breeds cruelty and evil. AS WE ARE NOW is the journal that Caro keeps during her stay there as she slips slowly but surely into hopelessness and despair, with only a few bright spots in visits by a minister and his daughter and a brief respite offered when another woman, a kind farm wife, comes to take care of her while Harriet is on vacation. Caro makes only one friend in the place, a defiant, dying old man, Standish Flint, who refuses his medicine, stops eating, and yet manages, against the odds, to maintain some of his dignity, angrily noting more than once, "I didn't think it would end like this." It is a flat statement that should give us all pause, since, barring sudden death, we are all headed to this frightening country of the old.
Caro's journal also gives us glimpses back into her life; how she never married, but loved teaching, fine things and learning, had a lover in England before the war - the kinds of fond memories and regrets we all have.
AS WE ARE NOW is not the sort of book I would normally seek out and read, but my own mother died at the age of 96 just three months ago and she is still very much on my mind. Indeed she will probably always be. Recently I read another book, Canadian Margaret Laurence's THE STONE ANGEL, also about growing old, which led to this book by Sarton. Ironically, I remembered too that Sarton was a correspondent and Maine neighbor of yet another author who wrote about aging and death, Doris Grumbach (COMING INTO THE END ZONE and EXTRA INNINGS). Everything is so very connected, you know. One particular phrase in Sarton's book affected me deeply, when Caro, reflecting back on her life, all those memories, says: "Who but me remembers? It's all melting away ... like snow ... a whole lifetime ... nothing."
I find these days that there are so many questions I wish I had asked my mother. Too late. All gone, a whole lifetime. Nothing.
This is a beautifully written book. But it is also unbearably sad, making it very difficult to read. Its views on old people and how they can be - and often are - treated are frighteningly, brutally honest. Caro Spencer's story will teach you, among other things, that it takes guts, grace and imagination to grow old gracefully, if indeed that is possible at all.
On the other hand, maybe Sarton meant there to be this much ambiguity about Caro's behaviour. Perhaps she is deliberately saying to all us readers that regardless of how mad or sane, regardless of how young or old and near to death, everyone deserves to be treated as a full human being with physical, emotional, and intellectual needs.We can never know what's really going on in another person's mind, but maybe it's a good thing to try & find out?...to try to meet the real person, not just a cardboard image which is more convenient to handle.
The next time I visit my mother in her institution I think I will see with different eyes, thanks to May Sarton.
It's a powerful book, told quickly and to the point, and there are times that you forget you are reading a novel and feel like you are being given a first-hand account of a woman's battle against her keepers. I found myself feeling hopeless as there should be something that I could do to help ease her suffering, but then I would need to remind myself that this is a novel. One of Sarton's more powerful works.