By Wolf Erlbruch
A dear friend sent me this enchanting book. The illustrator portrays the story of an evolving relationship between death and a being who has a limited lifespan, the duck. The text is spare and to the point:
For a while now, Duck had had a feeling.
‘Who are you? What are you up to, creeping along behind me?’
‘Good,’ said Death, ‘you finally noticed me. I am Death.’
Duck was scared stiff, and who could blame her?
They go along together through the days of Summer, engaged in conversations. As Winter approaches, Death stays with Duck.
Snowflakes drifted down.
Something had happened. Death looked at the duck.
She’d stopped breathing. She lay quite still.
…then he carried her to the great river.
He laid her gently on the water and nudged her on her way…
…he was almost a little moved.
But that’s life, thought Death.
I was struck by the depiction of Death as a skeleton draped in a kind of shapeless dress with only the skull visible. It is amazing how many subtle expressions the artist achieved.
I appreciate that this book presents death as a normal part of life. I repeat—normal! Simple. Real. An ending. Both pathos and wry humor. I could see using it as a book club selection; also as a way into discussions about dying and death with family members, even children.
Dylan Thomas, the poet, exhorts us
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
and that might be the way for some. For me, when my time comes, I’d rather be Duck.
I wanted to thank you for this wonderful read!! I definitely
enjoyed every bit of it. I’ve got you bookmarked to check out new stuff you post…