Will Schwalbe has written a beautiful book. When his mother, Mary Anne Schwalbe, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, he accompanied her to her treatments. Over the course of those long afternoons in Memorial Sloan-Kettering’s waiting rooms and treatment rooms, they discussed the books they were reading. Discussions turned to trading books, and trading books turned to revisiting old favorites and uncovering new treasures. Before they knew it, they had formed an ad hoc two member book club.
Their reading choices were eclectic: high brow, low brow, classics and popular novels. As Schwalbe wrote,” We read casually, promiscuously and whimsically.” Each chapter references a book under discussion, some of which I had read, many of which I hadn’t but have now placed on my list. I felt as if I had been turned into an eager fly-on-the-wall member of their book club, listening while this devoted mother and son discussed not only books, but their lives, their relationship, and the inevitable end that Mary Anne Schwalbe bravely fought off for two and a half years.
Talking about the book with some girlfriends, I realized we all held Mary Anne Schwalbe in awe. Mother of three, she worked full time, which back in the 60’s wasn’t all too common. She was a dynamo — director of admissions at Harvard, a college counselor at one New York school and the head of the high school at another. And then there were the organizations she belonged to, visiting Afghanistan nearly a dozen times, devoted to the plight of the refugees; she worked with a foundation that built libraries in the country. Her kids couldn’t play with gifts until their thank you notes had been written and they learned the lesson while they were young that if they weren’t ten minutes early, they were late. Talking with my friends, I realized that I wasn’t the only one comparing myself to Will’s mother and feeling like I came up woefully short.
This is a book about love, between a reader and his books, between a mother and her son. We learn that Mrs. Schwalbe always read the end of a book first, because, as her son wrote, “she couldn’t wait to find out how things would turn out.” I didn’t have to read the end first because I already knew how this book would turn out. But I was loathe to finish it because, in that way of magical thinking that readers have, if I didn’t finish it, Mary Anne Schwalbe wouldn’t have to die, and her son Will wouldn’t have to lose her. And in a way, he hasn’t. She is alive in the books that she read, and in the discussions they had. And now, with The End of Your Life Book Club makings its way hand to hand and reader to reader, Will’s mom will indeed live on in the readers whom she has inspired to read and read and keep reading. Schwalbe wrote that he learned this from his mother: reading isn’t the opposite of doing, it’s the opposite of dying. She was exactly right.
Thanks for this lovely review.I haven’t read the book yet but now I plan to.
I heard lovely interview with Will Shwalbe on CBC radio. You can access it if you go to
CBC radio End of your life book club.
Enjoy reading and listening!
I look forward to listening to it. Thank you for the heads up.
This post was very timely for me. I have had my own scare recently with the possibility of cancer, but after many tests, everything seems fine. Fortunately, I will not be reading the book while under treatment, but I look forward to it for many reasons. Thanks for making us aware of it. Kay
Thank heaven everything is OK. The book is wonderful and I’m grateful you can read it not while under treatment.
Thanks for alerting me to what promises to be an amazing book. lovely column.
Thank you, Suzy. You’ll enjoy it.
Wonderful review on a terrific book, Debra. Thanks for bringing it to the attention of more readers. I had suggested this title to my own book club in January, when we were choosing our books for the year. It was voted down because, as one member put it, the book sounded depressing. Wrong!
As you and I know — this book is not at all depressing, but is incredibly lovely and inspiring. So glad I picked it up on my own and read it, joining this “ad hoc” book group, as you aptly called it. As the mother of a son, and an avid reader, I loved this little gem– and glad to see that you did, too!
Book club missed out on a goodie. Of course sadness at the end, but the path is paved with such love and really really good books.