out of mind

I just finished reading Hersenschimmen (Out of Mind) by J. Bernlef. This one will stay with me for a while, I think.



just some thoughts

It’s interesting to realize how much the way you experience a book changes as you get older.

The last time I read this one, I was about fifteen years old. I was learning English, German and French, so I had to read about eighty books in four languages, spread over two years, while working towards my exams. I didn’t have much time to reflect on what I read. And even if I had had the time, the concept of dementia was not something I had any grasp of. I had never experienced what it was like to have a loved one look at you and see in their eyes that they don’t know who you are.

I am older now, and I have more time on my hands. So I took my time reading and reflecting. Experiencing reality falling apart from inside a fracturing mind is a profound experience. Especially because you get glimpses of the way Maarten’s wife has to come to terms with what is happening to him. Still, while It is a sad story, through it all there are moments of beauty and love.

And I remember my grandmother, the way her world slipped away, and I think that through it all, maybe she had moments of beauty and love, as well.


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