If you missed the NYT Book Review this past Sunday, then you missed William Giraldi's lovely feature highlighting Michigan author Thomas Lynch. Life With Death is certainly a review worth linking to, as William Giraldi's elegant prose rests in kind compliment to that of the mastery of Mr. Lynch himself.
I recently finished Lynch's book The Undertaking, and each and every page brought me to my knees. Breathless, I devoured Lynch's words and marveled at his magical ability to turn the deep, raw sentiments of death into palatable wisps of humor; that he could so artfully craft a work on the death of Death itself. Though I finished The Undertaking weeks ago, I'm still bereft of deserving words for an author I have come to so admire.
If you fear the talk of endangered book reviews, Giraldi's review won't soothe your soul. For those of us who are purists to the book and its circling words, we ultimately rely on the grace of one good work leading to another. Therefore, not only in Thomas Lynch have I found a new literary hero, but I can now pursue the pleasure of seeking out the works of William Giraldi as well.