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Let me introduce you to my parents. Their names are Liesel and Ernesto. With this invitation we enter Meyer's intimate, deeply moving chronicle of their final years. The form is that of an electronic photo album, whose "pages" turn as the author narrates (in English or Spanish) the story behind each image. Meyer doesn't pull any punches, and we marveled at how unflinchingly his camera documents diagnosis, reprieve, intimacy, death. But there is not an ounce of sensationalism, not a wasted syllable, not a gratuitous image in this family memoir. We come away not as voyeurs but as privileged witnesses to what the author calls the "complicity of tenderness" between his mother and father. |
