Deeply thoughtful, wry,�and resilient, this fascinating and absorbing book about growing older is a literate and�life-enhancing look at what all of us?if we are lucky?can aspire to
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"I like being old at least as much as I liked being middle aged and a good deal more than I liked being young."
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Like Diana Athill's Somewhere Towards the End, this series of perceptive and warm-hearted�essays is an incisive look at aging. Jane Miller�dips back and forth�easily between the
personal and the literary, discussing the deep sustaining�joys of�friendship; the treatment of old age in literature from�Tolstoy to�Updike, Wharton to�de Beauvoir; the loss of interest in
such once-central preoccupation as�fashion and sex; physical ailments; and exactly how age changes others' perceptions of one, including within one's own family. This reflective, intimate
memoir beautifully examines and rethinks�what it means to be old in a culture which prides youth and views old age as a slow decline towards the end of life.