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Sunday, February 18, 2007

 

book report: Passage

Passage
by Connie Willis

I felt a strong connection to this book, as it dealt with many of the issues I've been pondering over the past couple of years: medicine, end-of-life issues, what happens in near-death experiences, Alzheimer's disease, how survivors deal with loss when someone dies, hospitals...

The main character, Joanna, is a nurse working on a research project interviewing people in the hospital who have had near-death experiences. She believes in her work but is often frustrated and thwarted by a colleague who contaminates the subjects' stories by blathering about angels and spirits and generally convincing everyone to follow his script of a near-death experience. Joanna meets a new researcher, Dr. Wright, and gets involved with his project which involves creating near-death-like experiences using drugs and sensory deprivation. He is trying to discover the biolgoical purpose for near-death experiences. Joanna and Dr. Wright try to find unbiased subjects on whom to experiment, but have a lot of trouble finding volunteers who are not biased by the angels/light/tunnel script or do not have trouble getting into the near-death-like state. So, Joanna volunteers to undergo the experience herself. She has no difficulty reaching the correct mind-state, but perplexingly, always finds herself on the Titanic just before it sinks whenever she undergoes the procedure. Joanna has the feeling that the Titanic is somehow related to something she learned in a high school English class, but when she goes looking for her English teacher, she finds that he is now in the throes of Alzheimer's disease and can't explain to her what she wants to know.

Then something really sad happens.

I was completely entranced by this book. It was clever and smart and touching and sad all at the same time. It probably helped that I read it during a power outage when I was feeling sort of displaced and confused already. And I love the way the book wrapped up, with an answer of sorts arising out of the Really Sad Thing.

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