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Economist Sonali Deraniyagala lost her husband, parents and two sons in the Boxing Day tsunami. Wave is her searing, unflinching. On the morning of December 26, , on the southern coast of Sri Lanka, Sonali Deraniyagala lost her parents, her husband, and her two. Wave – One of The New York Times Book coast of Sri Lanka, Sonali Deraniyagala lost her parents, her.
I expected her to reflect on the anger and resentment she felt towards others at the start and some sign that she grew from there. But I didn't see that.
I think this book relies entirely on the event a famous natural disaster and doesn't offer readers anything more than a diary entry type record of what happened. You can't judge her attitude during the tragedy as "callous" "even before she knew her family was dead" My God, the woman was in shock.
There is no way to determine how someone will react to such a situation, we are all different! I have lost a child, my only child, and your criticism of her lack of personal growth, etc. There aren't always happy endings The truth is, for a lot of us, it just doesn't make sense, there is no silver lining, there are no morals to the story.
Her relatives hide all the knives. After six months Deraniyagala steels herself to revisit the site of the resort, accompanied by her father-in-law.
Deraniyagala explores both the predictable aspects of her grief, such as feelings of being completely bereft, as well as the unexpected ones; for instance, blame and shame. Her identity now escapes her.
Is she still a mother?
A daughter? We see, hear, and smell two rowdy little boys, their brotherly scuffling, their muddy shoes and grass stains.
By confronting and recreating moments that make us laugh and weep, we accept their absence and root for the author not to quit. Difficult to describe, tricky to recommend, this is a bold and wondrous book.
In a wounded voice that manages to convey the snide, sarcastic, funny, and fatalistic personality that survives beneath the pain, Deraniyagala slowly pieces together the elements that represent the life — the lives — she lost.
And she brings them back. For us, for her, for them.