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Gail Griffin had only been married for four months when her husbands body was found in the Manistee River, just a few yards from their cabin door. The terrain of memoir is full of stories of grief, thoughGriefs Country: A Memoir in Piecesis less concerned with the biography of a love affair than with the lived phenomenon of grief itself-what it does to the mind, heart, and body; how it functions almost as an organism. The books intimacy is at times nearly disarming; its honesty about struggling through griefs country is unfailing.
The story is told in pieces in that it is ten essays of varying forms, punctuated by four original poems, that examine facets of traumatic grief, memory, and survival. While a reader will perceive a forward trajectory, the book resists anything like a clear chronology, offering a picture of deep grief as something that defies the linear and explodes time. A Strong Brown God tells the story of two of Griffins significant relationships-with her husband, Bob, and with the Manistee River-and includes the history of what drew them all together. Griefs Country follows Griffin from the morning after Bobs death through the first disoriented, fractured months of PTSD. Heartbreak Hotel takes Griffin on a tragicomical flight the first Christmas after Bobs death to a Jamaican resort-which includes an unscheduled stop at Graceland-where she contemplates the notions of home and haven.
Griefs Countrywill speak directly to anyone who has lost a dearly loved one, offering not one story but ten different faces of grief to contemplate. It will also appeal to general readers of memoir, including teachers and students of nonfiction, especially as it includes a variety of formal models. Those interested in the subject area of death and dying will find it useful as a book that bypasses recovery narratives, truisms, and stages of grief to get as close as possible to the experience itself.

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Praise for Griefs Country

Griefs Country is a powerful and lyrical meditation upon loss. It is also a celebration of those moments in our lives that redeem our mortality through their transient joys. Here, grief is deeply personal yet transcendently mythic, both heart-breaking and heart-mending. Griffin has written a remarkably honest, tragically beautiful memoir.

Sue William Silverman, author of The Pat Boone Fan Club: My Life as a White Anglo-Saxon Jew

A fiercely honest, deeply human examination of griefs gradations, shades, nuances, and degrees, as well as its life-altering consequences. An essential book for anyone who has lost a loved one or knows someone who has.

Michael Steinberg, founding editor of Fourth Genre: Explorations in Nonfiction

In Griefs Country, Gail Griffin embraces loss by navigating grief with an open heart. Griffin shares personal tragedy with such big-hearted courage that she lifts us up with her. Those who yearn for support will find tremendous comfort here. Griefs Country is profoundly beautiful.

Rene E. DAoust, author of Body of a Dancer

Gail Griffins lyrical Griefs Country is a deeply considered meditation on grief, grace, and surviving the unimaginable. Its a beautiful exploration of the human condition through the lens of loss.

Sarah Einstein, author of Mot: A Memoir

Griefs Country

Made in Michigan Writers Series

General Editors

Michael Delp, Interlochen Center for the Arts

M. L. Liebler, Wayne State University

A complete listing of the books in this series can be found online at wsupress.wayne.edu

Griefs Country
A Memoir in Pieces

Gail Griffin

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Wayne State University Press

Detroit

2020 by Gail Griffin. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced without formal permission. Manufactured in the United States of America.

ISBN 978-0-8143-4739-3 (paperback); ISBN 978-0-8143-4740-9 (e-book)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2019955125

Publication of this book was made possible by a generous gift from The Meijer - photo 3

Publication of this book was made possible by a generous gift from The Meijer Foundation. This work is supported in part by an award from the Michigan Council for Arts and Cultural Affairs.

Wayne State University Press

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4809 Woodward Avenue

Detroit, Michigan 48201-1309

Visit us online at wsupress.wayne.edu

To want to make a fire with someone,

with you,

was all.

Katie Ford, All I Ever Wanted

Contents

which should have been the first clue. She ambled

down the south aisle in her new cheap shoes

while the groom came down the north in the dark

blue suit men buy one of, for weddings and funerals.

Dinah Washington sang Its very clear, our love is here

to stayJesus, in a Greek play that kind of hubris

would get you castration or blinding or a raptor at the liver.

Instead everyone had omelets, made to order by a deft

and silent man behind a table in the great old mansion

on the hill overlooking the last day of the year.

A blizzard was on its way across the plains, and nobody

would get out. Meanwhile everyone smiled

and made their choices: spinach, gruyre, green onions.

Mimosas bloomed from the open bar. She flapped

and stumbled through it all: what was she doing here?

Who said her life had anything to do with strawberries

tipped in chocolate, ornate seating charts, Polish crystal

etched with names and date? Who was she kidding,

moving around the room, dazed and footsore

in those shoes, failing to see his eyes, him in the dark

suit, waiting for her to be done with this, the man standing

quiet in the cyclones eye, slowly disappearing?

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river

Is a strong brown godsullen, untamed and intractable...

T. S. Eliot, The Dry Salvages

On my memorys retina is an open door, imprinted like a flash image. It is a pale frame around darkness, a picture of nothingness. I am in a warm golden-brown light, facing the door. On the other side is sheer unrelieved night. Out there a weird and fearsome world waits. I study myself standing there, occupying the final instant of Before, with a terrible knowledge just beginning to rise.

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This story begins with a river.

It is a river of memory, though it might be memory not of what happened but of what I was told: I am floating down the Manistee River in what my family grandly called the Au Sable Float (named, I dont know why, for the other big river in northern lower Michigan), which consists of the inner tube of a tire covered with olive-drab canvas in which two leg holes have been cut. The float is tethered to my fathers waders by a rope. He is walking upstream, fishing for trout. My feet are pushing against the rippling current. I am maybe three or four.

By the summer of 1960, when I turned ten, my father was dead. That summer I was sent to a fifty-year-old camp for girls on a little crystalline lake among the pines southeast of Traverse City called Lake Arbutus. I would spend six summers there, taking me from ten to sixteen. Over those years my mother remarried, was widowed again, and remarried again; I inherited one set of stepsiblings and then another; I went from elementary school to junior high school to high school in three different cities and came home to three different houses with three distinct domestic cultures, three different father-men loudly or quietly determining our orbit. In that span of time the country went through a great cultural shift, and I went through puberty. In this whirlwind, those northern woods were the still place. In winter, downstate, I would imagine them silent, bare, filled with snow, and something in me feared they wouldnt be there in June. That they werethe same sunlight rippling through the spectrum of greens and breaking into diamonds on the lake, the soft, sandy soil, the smell of pineamounted to an assurance of continuity and the possibility of return. For eight weeks I ran and swam, shot arrows and rifles, rode horses, paddled and sailed. My arm and thigh muscles rounded, my skin browned and freckled, my hair went blond. The world outside, increasingly crowded with rock bands and makeup and social strata and fashion imperatives, faded; what was real was this island of girls in the woods.

Small groups of campers were selected for overnight trips. The littlest girls were bussed with their sleeping bags to the cherry farms on the Old Mission Peninsula, which bisects Grand Traverse Bay. In a subsequent summer you might get to spend a weekend on mysterious South Manitou Island. But when you were old enough and your canoeing skills were deemed sufficient, you were tapped for what was called The Manisteethree days and two nights on the river. After canoeing the calm lake waters, the river was jazzy, both easier and more challenging. In the stern, I loved shaping the green water with my paddle, working with and against the current. I remember the sun winking through the heavy canopy of July, the long, buzzing afternoons. In the bow, less busy, I studied the whorls and eddies of the waters where I had once trailed my feet.

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