Yiyun Li's remarkable, defiant work of radical acceptance as she considers the loss of her son James. 'There is no good way to say this,' Yiyun Li writes at the beginning of this book. 'There is no good way to state these facts, which must be acknowledged. My husband and I had two children and lost them both: Vincent in 2017, at sixteen, James in 2024, at nineteen. Both chose suicide, and both died not far from home.' There is no good way to say this--because words fall short. It takes only an instant for death to become fact, 'a single point in a timeline.' Living now on this single point, Li turns to thinking and reasoning and searching for words that might hold a place for James. Li does what she can: 'doing the things that work,' including not just writing but gardening, reading Camus and Wittgenstein, learning the piano, and living thinkingly alongside death. This is a book for James, but it is not a book about grieving or mourning. As Li writes, 'The verb that does not die is to
