Mrs. Millin's second autobiographical book, which was begun as a story of her life, was completed as a memorial to her...

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THE MEASURE OF MY DAYS

Mrs. Millin's second autobiographical book, which was begun as a story of her life, was completed as a memorial to her husband, who died on the bench of the South African Supreme Court. It is a highly personal, and overwhelmingly disconsolate, testament; and while there is a certain amount about her writing- and other writers, about her travels (America, England, Israel), about her long association with Smuts,- death- and the prospect of death-crosses almost every page- now that Philip has ""fallen, finished, nothing, ended and I his relict"". She finds no answer to her grief-""Souls, spirits, what are souls, spirits? I do not know the things"", which certainly limits the value of her experience to others- looking for comfort. The death of her brother, her mother, her own insomnia (she sleeps two hours at the most without drugs- and not much more with) fill the pages which lead up to Philip's last years of failing health, the many danger signals, and now the flagellant, retrospective guilt that she might have postponed his death- for a little while... It is an always intense and sometimes moving record of loss-resented and unreconciled; it is also neurotic, and quite desolate.

Pub Date: April 27, 1956

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Abelard-Schuman

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 1956

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