What happens when a straight woman and a gay man fall in love, get married, and have kids? What if, in the beginning, they’re deeply involved with heroin and then they quit, but then he doesn’t or can’t? What if he is HIV+ and later—after things have unraveled—needs help dying?
A memoir that I am still digesting and probably will be for awhile. Compelling writing with only a few heavy-handed or clumsy passages. Raises a lot of questions about love, marriage, sex, desire, and happiness. Recommended.
In the end, I still had so many questions about Tony (Winik’s husband) and the kids though. Somehow the story didn’t seem entirely fair to them. The kids make only brief and sporadic appearances and for the most part aren’t treated as real, whole people who are affected by their parents’ decisions. And with the exception of one short chapter where Winik attempts to see through Tony’s eyes, she never fully applies her talents to helping readers understand and really see Tony.
To be fair, from what I understand, she began writing this memoir immediately after Tony died, so I can only imagine how difficult it would have been to do under the circumstances. Or maybe she made a choice not to. Or maybe she didn’t have the answers to many of the questions. Or just didn’t want to share them. But to me it made her somewhat less credible as a storyteller. Her own story has a booming heartbeat and effortlessly drags you along, but some of the other "characters" lack a similar depth and dimension. Still, undoubtedly worth a read.