My wife, a psychologist, leads an informal therapy group for the bereaved as a part of her practice; and knowing this, I have watched more keenly than I otherwise would have for new books on widowhood. The fact is, though, that new books on this commonest of all forms of bereavement are relatively rare. Books on divorce are commoner. Books on the strain of being a modern woman trying to have it all, or do it all, are much commoner indeed.
All of which makes "Your Lone Journey" seem even more the small miracle it would have seemed in any event. In 20 or so pages, M. B. Goffstein illustrates the lyrics of a song by Rosa Lee and Doc Watson. The words--wonderfully simple--could refer to any final leave-taking, but here they are spoken by a woman.
Goffstein's illustrations are called paintings on the title page, but visually their effect is that of chalk, blurred. All is seen as if with dimmed vision or through tears. It is impossible in fact to distinguish features on the face of the quiet, gray-haired woman who is the only figure we see. She could be anybody. If your father is dead, she could be your mother. Thus are you drawn in.