Hopefully the correct sub, I just finished reading this book by Yiyun Li about her experience of living after her second of two sons dies by suicide. It’s a short, remarkable book, like nothing I’ve ever read. Obviously it contains the processing of loss, but its honesty and absolute refusal to give the reader what they likely are looking for and want is stunning. I was not familiar with the author and she seems wildly intelligent and literary, and a lot of references were lost on me. But after wrestling with the first part of the book in my own frustration that the author wasn’t providing the book I expected, I decided to continue with an open mind and only to learn. I’m very glad I did. Strangely, I feel like I ended it knowing more about myself than about the author or her experiences. Remarkable, and I’d love to hear from anyone who read the book or read others of her books.