Non­fic­tion

Near­ly Depart­ed: Adven­tures in Loss, Can­cer and Oth­er Inconveniences

  • Review
By – July 29, 2024

There is a long­stand­ing Jew­ish tra­di­tion of speak­ing of ill­ness and death in hushed tones. When the tragedy belongs to us, we tend to cir­cle around the top­ic. And when it belongs to some­one else, we some­times low­er the vol­ume of the con­ver­sa­tion, lest we invite the mere pos­si­bil­i­ty of ill­ness and death. By and large, we become mas­ters of avoid­ance. There is no peek­ing behind the cur­tain of the chemo room, let alone open­ing a door to wit­ness (or recall) the indig­ni­ties of tragedy head on. 

Gila Pfef­fer turns the tables on all this. In her debut mem­oir, Near­ly Depart­ed, she con­jures the ghosts of not just one can­cer but three: the one that killed her moth­er when Pfef­fer was only twen­ty, the one that took her father a few years lat­er, and the one she tried to out­run by get­ting a pre­ven­tive dou­ble mas­tec­to­my at age thir­ty-four — only to find out that it was already present in her breast. 

Jew­ish tra­di­tion also car­ries a sec­ond, arguably stronger strat­e­gy for deal­ing with death and ill­ness: inject­ing it with humor. Pfef­fer opts for this tac­tic, arm­ing her­self with com­e­dy and sar­casm to share with read­ers her adven­tures in loss, can­cer and oth­er inconveniences.”

Laugh­ter is there not only to soft­en the blow, but also to allow Pfef­fer to shape her per­son­al his­to­ry into a high­ly enter­tain­ing tale. We chuck­le at her mishaps in dat­ing, nod our heads at her father’s say­ings, share her shock at her unusu­al biop­sy results, and gri­mace (and half laugh) at cal­lous com­ments from well-mean­ing strangers. Despite the pile­up of her mis­for­tunes, Pfef­fer keeps the tone light through­out. She does so by using uncon­ven­tion­al nar­ra­tive devices and by includ­ing a wide range of pop-cul­ture ref­er­ences, such as Doo­gie Hows­er, ERs Dr. McDreamy, Bey­once, the Spice Girls, Kung Fu Pan­da, and The Ter­mi­na­tor.

In this way, Pfef­fer takes tragedy off its pedestal of pity, gos­sip, and cluck­ing tongues, strip­ping it of much of its pow­er. The cur­tain is indeed peeled back to show some of the gory details: the bright red chemother­a­py infu­sions, the upset stom­achs, and the thun­der­ing sound of falling eye­lash­es. But the mem­oir, far from a hor­ror sto­ry, reads like a heart-to-heart chat between friends.

Vivian Cohen-Leisorek is a Guatemalan-Israeli writer com­plet­ing an MA in the Cre­ative Writ­ing pro­gram at Bar-Ilan Uni­ver­si­ty. She serves as a non­fic­tion edi­tor for The Ilan­ot Review, and her work has appeared in The Tel Aviv Review of Books, Busi­ness­Week Online and Under­ground.

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