In her memoir Ghost Stories, grief is a form of knowledge—anguished and fragmentary, but knowledge nonetheless.
In volume six of In Search of
Lost Time, Proust, with trademark acuity, notices that when our loved ones
die, they don’t die for us immediately, if ever, but rather transform into a
kind of aura—something like a ghost—and it is through this aura that
they remain alive for us and occupy us as they did when living. Proust compares
Siri Hustvedt: “Sentí la presencia de Paul en su entierro, me miraba, comprobaba que yo estuviera bien”
Siri Hustvedt, escritora: “Me gustaría llegar a la tumba con una pequeña bocanada del humo de Paul Auster”
Sam Turpin’s notes on grief
Siri Hustvedt, sobre Paul Auster: "Sucedieron cosas horribles en nuestra vida, pero lo nuestro nunca fue horrible. Lo horrible no nos destruy�"
