This book should probably be called "Passages in caregiving for exceedingly well-connected and wealthy people, plus some advice on all the neat things you can buy to help you if you have money" It is chock-full of information on how to conduct a bi-coastal marriage when one of the partners is dying of cancer, how to deal with the heart-break of needing to sell your SECOND house when one of you needs around-the-clock care, how poignant it is when scores of grateful writers and students stream to visit with the sick spouse, the distress of figuring out how to take your partner to his favorite jazz club once he needs a wheelchair . . . in other words, situations most of Sheehy's readers would probably trade a kidney for.
As a narrative of her husband's decline and death, it is oddly static and uncompelling. Despite the theme of "passages," her treatment of her husband depends on pretty much the same repeated "but he had such a booming voice! Writers looked up to him!" chorus, regardless of what's going on.
As an advice book, the volume is much, much worse. Caregivers need to take care of themselves. Really? I bet no caregiver thought of THAT ever, without first ponying up $14.95 for a book. The opening chapter advises the caregiver, "Breathe. Really. I know your mother always told you that, but she was right -- it really works."
And that is pretty much the caliber of this volume. Sheehy avails herself of every commonplace on longterm illness and dying floating around in the 21st century American ether, and then SELLS it to you because, folks, she lived through this while following Hilary Clinton around on the campaign trail, so she REALLY KNOWS. There are some pages where she rounds up possible services you could pay for, if you could afford them, and if you lived in a major metropolitan area where they are available. But if your problem happens to be that you can't afford to pay for an eldercare lawyer, or you don't live anywhere near one (or, if your problem doesn't actually involve the elderly, a scenario Sheehy claims to cover in her book but does not), then those lists probably are only going to make you feel more hopeless and frustrated.
But here's the deal: one of the Goodreads reviewers commenting on this book already pointed out, geez, if it's this hard for a wealthy woman with lots of connections and lots of family to deal with the longterm decline of her husband, what hope is there for the rest of us? That's the real truth of this book. Caregiving *isn't* manageable without longterm significant damage. Not for the wealthiest, and certainly not for the rest of us. As a writer with both cultural capital and access to influential politicians, Sheehy would have been doing a lot more good to lobby for widespread changes in employment policies and health care than she could ever do packaging up completely useless comments into a commodity for which other caregivers now shell out their over-strapped cash.