Grief is a universal experience, but still it shocks us. It shocks us the first time we confront it — the death of a grandparent, a parent, a sister, a friend — and, somehow, shocks us each time we are forced to encounter it again. To write about the subject is to court disaster: Language seems no match for the depth of feeling. And yet, in her new book,Grief Is for People, and in an essay drawn from the book published on the Cut today, Sloane Crosley finds a way to take the formless devastation of an acute loss — the death of her friend Russell — and transform it into a work of art: a chronicle of grief finely, closely observed.
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