When it comes to facing old age, writes Athill, “there are no lessons to be learnt, no discoveries to be made, no solutions to offer.” As the acclaimed British memoirist (who wrote about her experiences as a book editor in Stet
) pushes past 90, she realizes that “there is not much on record on falling away” and resolves to set down some of her observations. She is bluntly unconcerned with conventional wisdom, unapologetically recounting her extended role as “the Other Woman” in her companion's prior marriage—then explaining how he didn't move in with her until after they'd stopped having sex, which is why it was no big deal for her to invite his next mistress to move in with them to save expenses. She is equally frank in discussing how, as their life turns “sad and boring,” she copes with his declining health, just as she cared for her mother in her final years. Firmly resolute that no afterlife awaits her, Athill finds just enough optimism in this world to keep her reflections from slipping into morbidity—she may not offer much comfort, but it's a bracing read. (Jan.)
