Premise:
Twenty-four-year- old Veronika seems to
have everything – youth and beauty, boyfriends and a loving family, a
fulfilling job. But something is missing
in her life. So, one cold November
morning, Veronika decides to die. She
takes a handful of sleeping pills, expecting never to wake up. But she does – at a mental hospital where she
is told that she has only days to live.
This
is the first time I’ve read a book and felt like it was literally putting my
own unvoiced thoughts into words. It was
unnerving and liberating at the same time – to know that I wasn’t alone in
having these thoughts and that someone so much braver than I gave those
thoughts form and let them loose. I feel
at odds with this book. I know that it’s
a good, touching, revealing, and meaningful story. But from where I stand, it is entirely too
personal, perhaps because I feel too close and can relate too much to Veronika
and the other characters.
I
identified most with how frustrated Veronika felt about her life – it seemed so
perfect, and yet, how come she’s so unhappy?
How many times in my own life did I ask this question of myself? Why do I keep yearning for more; where does
all this dissatisfaction come from when I already have everything I need and
most of what I want? And because of this
I bear this tremendous guilt for being so ungrateful for what I have when so
many others in the world are truly suffering. I wonder most every day of my life if this is
my particular individual failing or if there are others who feel the same.
The
insights given by the other characters were deep and provoking as well; particularly
Mari, whom I liked most of all. She was
just so hard-line and practical, clear and wise. I think it was her character, out of all the
others, that gave this book the resolution and wisdom it carries. Zedka was strange, but she had her wise
moments, too. Eduard… I don’t know what
to think of him. He was almost like Mari
but not quite. He had everything set up
for him but had decided to go against it all.
When he found out that the world refuses to accept him the way he
chooses to be, he withdrew from it. He
made it sound so easy. In the story he
drew Veronika out and gave her the resolve she needed and saved himself in the
process, but it all seemed too convenient to me, too cliché, if you will. Another favourite is Dr. Igor; that
despicable, underhanded monster who masterminded the whole thing for very selfish
reasons. But I did like that he himself
was surprised by the unexpected outcome of his research.
Perhaps
I should try to go insane myself? Let
everything go and let others think what they will. I think it would be lovely and utterly
peaceful. If I go insane will it free me,
finally? I don’t want to pretend to be
insane – I don’t want to practice
it. I want to BE it. Those other characters in the book that used
insanity as an escape seemed so stupid and cowardly. I don’t want to be like them. Insanity should not be an escape; it should
not be an effort.
(SPOILER
alert! Don’t read this paragraph if you
don’t want to know how the book ends.) I’ll say it again – I don’t know what to
make of this book. I think it’s a good
read, definitely. It was insightful and
thought-provoking, sure. Did it touch me; did it make me appreciate my
own life more; did it make me see life as a miracle? No.
Oddly enough when I think it through I feel like I read another one of
those cheesy Mitch Albom, or “chicken soup” things. Only this one had a very good literary
packaging going for it which makes it a cut above the others trying to do the same thing. I believe it
would have had more of an impact and been far more credible if Veronika,
realizing just how precious life was, did die in the end. Instead it has this trite
happily-ever-after-oh-life-is-such-a-miracle-riding-off-into-the-rosy-sunset
ending. I’m sure a lot of people love it
this way, but to me it came out too contrived and moralistic. But that’s just me. I do think that I’m far too cynical. If you’re the optimistic type, then you’d love
this book.
Notable
quotes from the book:
“She hated the love she had been given
because it had asked for nothing in return, which was absurd, unreal, against
the laws of nature… That love asking for nothing in return had managed to fill
her with guilt, with a desire to fulfil another’s expectations, even if that
meant giving up everything she had dreamed of for herself.”
“If anyone there… just lived their lives
and let others do the same, God would be in every moment, in every grain of
mustard, in the fragment of cloud that is there one moment and gone the
next. God was there, and yet people
believed they still had to go on looking, because it seemed too simple to
accept that life was an act of faith.”
“She would consider each day a miracle –
which indeed it is, when you consider the number of unexpected things that
could happen in each second of our fragile existences.”
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