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All Things Consoled: A daughter's memoir

di Elizabeth Hay

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From Elizabeth Hay, one of Canada's beloved novelists, comes a startling and beautiful memoir about the drama of her parents' end, and the longer drama of being their daughter. Winner of the 2018 Hilary Weston Writers' Trust Prize for Nonficiton. Jean and Gordon Hay were a colourful, formidable pair. Jean, a late-blooming artist with a marvellous sense of humour, was superlatively frugal; nothing got wasted, not even maggoty soup. Gordon was a proud and ambitious schoolteacher with a terrifying temper, a deep streak of melancholy, and a devotion to flowers, cars, words, and his wife. As old age collides with the tragedy of living too long, these once ferociously independent parents become increasingly dependent on Lizzie, the so-called difficult child. By looking after them in their final decline, she hopes to prove that she can be a good daughter after all.      In this courageous memoir, written with tough-minded candour, tenderness, and wit, Elizabeth Hay lays bare the exquisite agony of a family's dynamics--entrenched favouritism, sibling rivalries, grievances that last for decades, genuine admiration, and enduring love. In the end, she reaches a more complete understanding of the most unforgettable characters she will ever know, the vivid giants in her life who were her parents.… (altro)
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In this memoir, Elizabeth Hay documents the later years and eventual deaths of both her parents. Her mother develops dementia, and her father becomes more physically frail and unable to care for her, so they move to Ottawa to be closer to Elizabeth. She and her siblings (who live in Mexico, Montreal, and Halifax) discuss their shared history, divide up eldercare responsibilities, and come to terms with their parents’ deaths.

Hay does not shy away from the feelings of guilt, frustration, and resentment that family caregivers can feel in this sort of situation: at one point, she says that although she volunteered to take on most of the responsibility, because she lived closer to her parents than her other siblings, not a moment passed when she didn’t wish that one of the others could take it on. She also explores the complexities of her relationship with her parents, particularly her father with his fierce temper and other personality traits she finds in herself.

Anyone with a relative who has dementia will find a lot to relate to in this book. Hay’s description of her mother’s forgetfulness and repeating things sounded very much like my grandma, and it shed light on how my own mother must feel when looking after her. It is not an easy read but an honest one. ( )
  rabbitprincess | Sep 19, 2020 |
The fine Canadian novelist, Elizabeth Hay, explores the final years of her aged parents lives, interweaving memories of her childhood with them and her sometimes friendly, sometimes fraught relationship with her father and her mother. Hay grew up in southern Ontario and for anyone who knows the region, or, like me, both knows the region and is a near-contemporary, this memoir will strike chord after chord. Written in Hay’s distinctively dry, almost journalistic, style, matched, in the audiobook, by her equally dry and distinctive voice, you will find it surprisingly compelling. I did. Perhaps I’m getting sentimental, or perhaps it was the numerous similarities between her mother’s decline and my own mother’s. I don’t think I’ve ever encountered an end-of-life memoir that was as clear and matter-of-fact about the details of dying while constantly being just on the verge of lyricism. Remarkable.

There aren’t any startling revelations in Hay’s memoir. She seems to have had the normal range of frictions with family members. However, she shows both a prickly sensitivity as well as unsparing self-criticism. The result is a very rounded view of her parents and of herself, a very human view. And one in which you really can’t help feeling deep affection for each of the principle characters of this memoir.

Warmly recommended. ( )
  RandyMetcalfe | Mar 6, 2020 |
DNF

Elizabeth Hay is one of my Must Read Everything authors, but this memoir of dealing with her again parents seemed so whiny to me that I closed it for good about two dozen pages in. I was appaled at myself.
  ParadisePorch | Dec 27, 2019 |
A memoir of a daughter, not her parents' favourite, who takes on the responsibility of primary care-giver to her aging parents. ( )
  BonnieLymer | Dec 6, 2019 |
Elizabeth Hay's ALL THINGS CONSOLED is a book that simply will not let go of me. I stayed up reading it into the wee hours last week, and it continues to haunt me, to invade my thoughts, dreams and consciousness. There are probably a lot of reasons for this. It's a book about witnessing the last years of your parents, a close look at the ravages of extreme age, how, in the last years of life, you are robbed of so many things, and not just physical strength, but sometimes your very ability to think, to recall, to remember. If you are of a certain age, and especially if you have lost your parents, you will most certainly be caught up in Hay's book, subtitled A DAUGHTER'S MEMOIR. I am probably a bit older than Hay, but I still recall vividly the last days and death of my dad, thirty years ago this year. My mother lived much longer, another twenty-four years, and lived her last year and a half in a nearby nursing home. Those are months that I often revisit, racked by guilt, filled with sadness, questioning over and over again whether I did the right thing. Six years ago now. So there is that. And we have also been attending too many funerals lately. A dear friend's mother died only yesterday, and last night my dreams were filled with thoughts of her, and of my own parents, and yes, of Elizabeth Hay's wrenchingly honest and moving story of her parents' decline and final days. All of these things mixed together last night. Her story will not let go of me.

The book's title comes from something her mother said near the end of her life, as she sank gradually into dementia, losing words, confusing them, losing herself, albeit with occasional moments of lucidity. "I'm lost," she said one day, weeping. And, on another day, she said, quite simply, "I've had a good life, all things consoled."

Hay's father, Gordon, was a teacher and principal in Ontario's public schools for all of his professional life. Her mother was an aspiring artist, a painter. Hay's own relationship with her father was a troubled one, in many ways. She recalls, with brutal honesty, episodes in which her father erupted in fits of anger and disciplined her and her two older brothers quite brutally. In one such event, he threw her brother against an iron radiator splitting his head open. A doctor was called in for this unfortunate "accident." In another, she recalls her father dragging her across a room by the hair. Hay's mother always made excuses for these kind of things, telling her children that "he didn't mean it." Some readers might find this inexcusable, but I recall this time in history, when wives always supported their husbands. I also recall physical disciplining from my father, of my brothers and me. We all do. And yet, like Hay, we still loved our dad. When you are a child, your parents are like the sun and the moon. They are the arbiters of right and wrong. So yeah, a troubled relationship. And yet, in those last years of her father's life, as she recalls to a friend -

"... how much hatred I had felt for him over the years. 'But we get along now,' I said. 'All I had to do was kiss him. Give him affection. The affection I never gave him and that he was so hungry for.' … I had seen the effect on my father of receiving a kiss from me. He softened visibly, melted a bit every time. So I made a conscious decision to always kiss him as soon as I arrived for a visit and again before I left."

A kiss. That simple. In his later years, Hay's father also tells of how his own father didn't think much of him, but then also says he didn't think much of his father either. Reading this, I was immediately reminded of Robert Anderson's play (and later a movie), I NEVER SANG FOR MY FATHER, which touched me so deeply many years ago, reminding me how much I longed for my own father's approval and respect. As did Hay long for her father's respect, but, she tells us, he never even once acknowledged her success as an author, and probably didn't even read her books, a disappointment she still feels, I am sure.

Hay's relationship with her mother was much better, so it was especially painful for her to watch as dementia took her mother's mind away. My mom was lucid to the end of her nearly 97 years, but I always knew she loved me. Not so sure about my dad, so I was the family 'weeper' at his funeral. Not so at my mom's 24 years later. Unbearable sadness, but nary a tear.

One other passage that especially grabbed me was something Hay's mother said near the end of her father's life, telling her granddaughter Sochi, "He's not long for this land. I've never watched someone die before. I'm going to stay right here." Reading this, I recalled a letter my mother wrote after Dad died, describing his last moments, his last breaths, and I was surprised when she told me she'd never seen anyone die before, and how peaceful it was, and how she didn't call anyone, how she just sat with him for a while, and how absolutely quiet it suddenly seemed.

Okay. Enough. Looking this over, I can see it's not so much a book review as it is a reaction - a very personal, emotional and visceral reaction to Elizabeth Hay's story. And it's not a stretch either to say I feel 'consoled.' Consoled at knowing I am not alone in my continuing thoughts about my own parents, and how important they were to me. I hope that Hay herself feels this same sense of consolation, having finally gotten it all down, and in such an eloquent and moving fashion. Thank you so much, Elizabeth. My very highest recommendation for this thoughtful, loving and beautiful book.

- Tim Bazzett, author of the memoir, BOOKLOVER ( )
  TimBazzett | Sep 15, 2019 |
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From Elizabeth Hay, one of Canada's beloved novelists, comes a startling and beautiful memoir about the drama of her parents' end, and the longer drama of being their daughter. Winner of the 2018 Hilary Weston Writers' Trust Prize for Nonficiton. Jean and Gordon Hay were a colourful, formidable pair. Jean, a late-blooming artist with a marvellous sense of humour, was superlatively frugal; nothing got wasted, not even maggoty soup. Gordon was a proud and ambitious schoolteacher with a terrifying temper, a deep streak of melancholy, and a devotion to flowers, cars, words, and his wife. As old age collides with the tragedy of living too long, these once ferociously independent parents become increasingly dependent on Lizzie, the so-called difficult child. By looking after them in their final decline, she hopes to prove that she can be a good daughter after all.      In this courageous memoir, written with tough-minded candour, tenderness, and wit, Elizabeth Hay lays bare the exquisite agony of a family's dynamics--entrenched favouritism, sibling rivalries, grievances that last for decades, genuine admiration, and enduring love. In the end, she reaches a more complete understanding of the most unforgettable characters she will ever know, the vivid giants in her life who were her parents.

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