These recent weeks have seen the publication of five books about death: one by a historian; two by hospice workers; one by a widow; one by a man who is dying himself. Several of them quote Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night" to advocate resilience, then map the fine line between denial and succumbing. In "Death's Summer Coat," Brandy Schillace complains, "The modern Westerner has lost loss; death as a community event, and mourning as a communal practice, has been steadily killed off." Examining rituals of bereavement across cultures and across time, she suggests that everyone else has been better at the rites of farewell than we are. Our postindustrial disavowal of mortality is described by Simone de Beauvoir, who wrote, "For every man, his death is an accident and, even if he knows it and consents to it, an unjustifiable violation." Schillace, a research associate at the Dittrick Museum of Medical History, points toward the confusion that has emerged in a technological age when brain death, heart death and other definitions becloud our understanding of expiry itself, observing that by current legal definitions, the same person could be alive under American law and dead under British law. We don't know what death means or even what it is.
Five books explore the way we are shaped by our knowledge of mortality.