I don’t know, man, but between Wave by Sonali Deraniyagala and the book I read concurrently (We Need to Talk About Kevin, my review) I’m on a very dark depths of parenthood streak (and I’m not even a parent!). From Goodreads:

On the morning of December 26, 2004, on the southern coast of Sri Lanka, Sonali Deraniyagala lost her parents, her husband, and her two young sons in the tsunami she miraculously survived. In this brave and searingly frank memoir, she describes those first horrifying moments and her long journey since. She has written an engrossing, unsentimental, beautifully poised account: as she struggles through the first months following the tragedy, furiously clenched against a reality that she cannot face and cannot deny; and then, over the ensuing years, as she emerges reluctantly, slowly allowing her memory to take her back through the rich and joyous life she’s mourning, from her family’s home in London, to the birth of her children, to the year she met her English husband at Cambridge, to her childhood in Colombo; all the while learning the difficult balance between the almost unbearable reminders of her loss and the need to keep her family, somehow, still alive within her.

Wow. This memoir is gut-wrenching, full of unrelenting pain minute after minute (I listened on audio). I was blown away by the breathtaking account of what happened during the tsunami—knowing that something horrible and dangerous was coming but not entirely sure the full impact, just knowing you have to RUN. I haven’t experienced a loss on this level, so I can only imagine how I might feel, but I completely empathized with Deraniyagala’s profound, debilitating grief. My heart went out to her as she recounts being in a daze immediately after the tsunami, her self-destructive abuse of drugs and alcohol, and her resulting suicidal psyche. The parts where she encounters her family’s material belongings (a pair of shoes, a spoon, the bed she shared with her husband) are absolutely heartbreaking. It does feel like her husband, sons, and parents live on through this memoir—she brought them to life again with her memories and words tenderly and beautifully.

However. It’s hard to criticize a personal memoir about such an unspeakable loss, but I did get pulled away from my empathy a bit whenever things implying her financial and social class levels were mentioned—frequent international travel, nannies, lavish vacations, multiple homes, etc. That of course doesn’t devalue her genuine grief—money cannot buy back her family. But I found myself wondering about the other hundreds of thousands of people that lost loved ones in the tsunami, those that live in extreme poverty and didn’t have the luxuries of time and money like she did. She didn’t mention others that were effected by the tsunami like her, or seek out counseling or support groups with other survivors (or victims’ families). I was reminded somewhat of Joan Didion’s The Year of Magical Thinking in this way (another audiobook I tried but DNF—Didion’s extreme privilege I found insufferable to listen to). In fact I was shocked by some of Deraniyagala’s bad behavior, at times seeming supremely ungrateful and downright insane. But then, this is just Deraniyagala’s own personal experience—she wasn’t obligated necessarily to write anything more than what she herself went through. And when you’ve lost the most important people in your life, who make up your whole world and identity, why would you give two shits about what you do or don’t do, or what happens to you? I get that.

Wave is a beautifully written memoir, with affecting language and well-crafted sentences. I hope that in writing Wave Deraniyagala has found a little more peace on her lifelong journey managing her grief.

Read from June 17 to 22, 2014.

2 thoughts on “wave

  1. I feel like I’ve heard nothing but good things (though very similar reactions) about this one. Just waiting for the right time to read it.

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