Why should we care about these personal experiences, of the reminiscing of an individual with whom we have no obvious connection?
Donna McCart Welser creates a lasting and poignant memoir of her husband, Ray (Rue), in her first book, ‘Rue’s Butterfly’. Capturing the essence of a thoughtful, loving man with a wicked sense of humour and timing, and the impregnable relationship they shared, she leads her reader through a journey of happiness and pain, of satisfaction and loss, and how to move on whilst retaining and honouring the memory of another.
Full of irony and with a wry, sometimes depreciating flavour, ‘Cauliflowers through the cat flap and other tales from a solitary lockdown’ is a transparent and honest fly on the wall biographical account of one woman’s lockdown experience. Not just any woman. A women who is indeed, as her friends tell her, ‘excellent at putting words together’.
Unflinching in its honesty, it’s clear from the start that there’s a sharp and enquiring mind at work as her prose recount pivotal events in her life. There’s no grandstanding, no saccharine attempt at drama, or sense of contrived events and at times it can prove a harrowing read.
We journey with Benjamin through romance, business, adventure, and personal grief, where the oxymoron of both the self-sufficiency and the sometimes needy side of introversion becomes all too apparent.