A lot of writers put life and death into their work. But for almost four decades, Thomas Lynch has examined what Auden called the 'unmentionable odor of death,' those details that even the most unflinching writers usually dodge ...Some of his finest, wryest and most stylish essays about the human enterprise of mortality appear together in this collection ... When Lynch takes us into his later struggles with alcoholism and estrangement, you read them as the words of a man who has been bathed from birth to know how easily the gift of life can be rendered into dust ... you will be grateful for these graceful essays, which light up so many of the dark details that are part of what is, after all, the one demographic to which we will all belong.
... moving ... lyrical, sometimes astringent ... Mr. Lynch writes with grace and moral clarity about the quandaries and perplexities of life, and life’s end ... rambles here and there (the tale of the loathed feline comes to mind). It suffers, too, from repetitiveness. The last days and last rites of a beloved cousin are remembered in two different essays in almost identical phrasing and detail. Never mind. Mr Lynch’s richly flavored stories—about that cousin or about other assorted family members, like Grandma Lynch, the Catholic convert, observing Lent for the first time—don’t pall.
In this compelling collection of new and previously published pieces reaching back decades, Lynch explores death as it seizes people in different places and different ways ... These candid, eloquent, and often humorous essays examine the funeral industry and signify in fresh ways the connection between the living and dying ... By delving both into his own life and society’s norms, writer, poet, and small-town funeral director Lynch reminds us to accept the frailties of life and the mystery of death.
Lynch has been an undertaker in Michigan since the 1970s. He’s been an acclaimed writer for almost as long. His latest book, The Depositions is a wry, poignant collection of his best and newest essays. It’s packed with penetrating observations about faith, family, work, art and, yes, death. Taken together, these pieces form an episodic autobiography of a man whose day job has immeasurably enriched his creativity ... His essays about being an undertaker are reliably thought-provoking ... He’s as irreverent as ever, though ... As a funeral director, Lynch has learned 'that people in need are glad to see you coming and gladder still to see you gone.' That may be so, but on the page, he’s company you want to keep.
A published poet of 'internationally unheard of poems,' the author is witty and wise, wry and humorous. If he gets a tad mawkish at times, so be it ... Lynch writes about embalming, cremating, and burying the old, young children, babies, a beloved cousin in Ireland, his father, two dogs, and the remains of a friend, which he scattered in a Scottish river ... Thoughtfully crafted musings about life and death.
This meditative, often emotionally affecting collection from funeral director, poet, and essayist Lynch...explores, with personal honesty and philosophical curiosity, the intersection of faith, death, family, and vocation ... Providing an excellent entry point for newcomers to Lynch’s work, this assemblage is an erudite but unpretentious discussion of life and mortality by a master craftsman of language.
