- The Iceberg by Marion Coutts.
Marion Coutts's memoir about her husband's diagnosis, treatment and eventual death from, a brain tumour is an incredibly accomplished book. The prose is dense, poetic, sometimes hard and often requires a second reading.
Did I like it? I'm not sure whether I did, in all honesty. But I'm glad I read it. It is an important book - it tells it how it is, from the partner's point of view, with all the raw pain, anger, frustration, hatred, love, fear and, on occasions, barely concealed violence.
What comes across, above all, is Marion Coutts's fierce protective love for her husband. She is prepared to fight the authorities all the way for the best care for her husband. They are a very tight-knit and loving family and it makes it all the more poignant that their little boy, Ev, lost his father at such a young age - as he grows up he will barely remember him away from the photos and written memories.
I am now banning myself from reading any more books about cancer. They are emotionally draining - I've read three in the last two months and that's quite enough for now.