I was impressed by how efficient this book was. It is a short novel and it seems almost purposefully so. The brevity of the story seems like a powerful tool for the author. The book spans a timeframe of about 3 weeks. Short, of course, yet also interminably long for the book's main character, Helen, who has willingly offered up her whole self, her whole life for these 3 brief weeks to come to the aid of a dying friend.
Helen begins the story with a resolute and positive attitude, hoping to do anything that she can to help her friend, Nicola, who is dying of cancer. She gives Nicola her spare room, shuttles her to cancer treatments, gets up continually in the night to help with the pain, the dirtied linens, etc. Yet soon, the three weeks begin to seem unbelievably long to her, and she wonders how she'll make it through. It's not just the exhaustion of being up all night with her friend day after day, though that is part of it. It's also the fact that her friend seems unwilling to accept that she is dying and insists upon undergoing treatments that seem to hurt rather than help. The two friends begin to have trouble communicating, and Helen begins to wear and sag under the burden of it all.
The author does a wonderful job of providing a sense of place and lifestyle for Helen before her friend comes to stay. I could really feel her longing for the simplicity and sunlight, the laughter and innocence of her grandchildren she had so recently enjoyed. Nicola's character, too, is strongly drawn....she almost seems like the person we almost wish we could have been. Yet who would want to be her now ?
The author not only shows us quite clearly the pain and angst that the cancer causes - not only for Nicola, but for those around her, but also provides us with a disturbing sense of guilt for not wanting to deal with it all. Helen is torn. She wants to help, yet she wants to be rid of it all and get back to her own life, too. I was disturbed by how selfish she sometimes seemed....after all, she only really had to deal with this for 3 weeks, and suddenly that seemed like too much. At other times, I related quite strongly to Helen, and wanted, with her, to shake some sense into the dying woman.
This disturbing pull of guilt vs. empathy, of selfishness vs. love, of the effect of cancer on everyone it touches, is exactly, I think, the author's intention, and is well crafted in such a small space. She didn't need more space to tell the story, and that seemed to be one of the book's charms.