From the start, Jong has surged to the front, leading Baby Boomers where they fear to tread, though somehow I’ve missed out until now. That is, I made her Fear trilogy- Fear of Flying (1973), Fear of Fifty (1994), and now Fear of Dying-my bedtime reading for a week, playing catch-up with a cultural phenomenon that doesn’t just “linger on,” as she humbly puts it. And then they linger on, despite the odds. Sometimes my books are messengers that people want to shoot.
But, in the interim, like a child, it may have to take a lot of abuse. It will begin its long journey from my will, my brain, my language, into the hearts of those who need it. It will cease to be mine it will go out into the world and become like a fire hydrant for any cur to piss on. The truth is: I do not want to finish the book and let it go.
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