Post-Life Environmentalism
Clara has such a detached attitude toward the more clinical
aspects of her job as undertaker – removing organs, sewing
the mouth shut, applying makeup – that her description of
these tasks seems no different than a fishmonger discussing
the gutting and filleting of salmon. And MacKinnon includes
enough subtle hints as to the danger and toxicity of the
chemicals used in cadaver preparation that one might pause
before considering disposition of one's – or a loved one's
-- earthly remains. Additionally, there is the casket to
think about and the fact that there may be more bodies to
bury in Clara's community cemetery than that plot of
hallowed ground can hold. It all leads one to ask, is this
really the best and most environmentally conscientious way
to handle post-life leavings?
In his book (published in paperback in December 2008)
Grave Matters: A Journey through the Modern Funeral
Industry to a Natural Way of Burial Mark
Harris follows the final resting place decisions of a number
of people who opted for a variety of alternative means of
dispatching their mortal vestiges. Harris, who is I believe
the son of an undertaker, is an environmental journalist who
advocates for green burial.
First, let me caution that his chapters on traditional
embalming and burial are not for the faint of heart. They
contain candidly graphic descriptions of the procedures from
beginning to steamy end, including the process of organic
decomposition and the leaching of toxic embalming chemicals
into the soil. Once past that, however, there follow a
number of interesting and environmentally sensitive choices,
some are pricey but many are cost-effective.
Cremation may be the most obvious and popular choice.
However, Harris points out that the smoke is a pollutant
too. So another option might be, say, a backyard burial. In
several states, it turns out, there is no law preventing
burying a person's remains in one's own backyard. No casket
is required and only permission from the state, city or
county is necessary. Of course, it would be prudent to warn
a real estate agent before selling one's home that granny
has been laid to rest under the sugar maple. Some other,
more creative, means of cadaver disposition he discusses
include burial at sea, inclusion in a coral reef (my
favorite) and "natural burial," in a shroud placed in a
pre-dedicated state or privately-owned park. All options
that Harris describes include a list of costs, laws to be
aware of and resources.
Of course, one can always donate one's body, or parts
thereof, to science. Which, sad to say, brings its own set
of caveats. Accordingly, one might wish to read Annie
Cheney's
Body Brokers: Inside America's Underground Trade in Human
Remains before making that decision.
From the book jacketClara Marsh is an undertaker who doesn't believe in God. She spends
her solitary life among the dead, preparing their last baths and
bidding them farewell with a bouquet from her own garden. Her
carefully structured life shifts when she discovers a neglected
little girl, Trecie, playing in the funeral parlor, desperate for a
friend.
It changes even more when Detective Mike Sullivan starts questioning
her again about a body she prepared three years ago, an unidentified
girl found murdered in a nearby strip of woods. Unclaimed by family,
the community christened her Precious Doe. When Clara and Mike learn
Trecie may be involved with the same people who killed Precious Doe,
Clara must choose between the steadfast existence of loneliness and
the perils of binding one's life to another.
ReviewTethered is the first book in recent memory that I
absolutely could not read fast enough to see how it comes
out. The book is deceptive. Is it a mystery? Is it a
literary novel? At first it seems to be a rather
interesting, if uncomplicated, story about a young woman,
Clara Marsh, who works in a funeral home as an undertaker;
assistant to the funeral director, Linus Bartholomew. She's
had a rather difficult life – orphaned at an early age then
raised by an overly strict Bible-thumping grandmother – thus
she is pretty much a loner. So when she encounters a little
girl called Trecie in one of the mourning rooms I was
expecting a story about how Clara begins to relate to the
youngster and eventually overcomes her inability to connect
with others. Boy was I wrong.
The first thing that becomes abundantly clear is just how
damaged Clara is. She is so much more than simply a person
who keeps to herself. This is a woman who has perfected the
art of isolation to the extent that she is unable to even
bring herself to hug or return the affection of Linus and
his wife Alma who look upon her as their own daughter.
Indeed, far from identifying with Trecie, Clara has bonded
with a dead girl -- an unidentified child who was found
brutally murdered several years ago and whose grave she
visits regularly. She is unsympathetically untouched by the
mystery surrounding that child's death although it is the
primary focus of police detective Mike Sullivan and the rest
of the community. In so many ways she seems perfectly suited
to the downstairs/backroom nature of her profession. When
called upon to pick up a body Clara wants nothing to do with
the family, desiring only to dispatch the rather grim and
certainly gruesome clinical responsibilities of her job with
as little live human contact as possible.
On the other hand, in an apparent anomaly, in her spare time
Clara toils in the magnificent greenhouse that is attached
to her home. A place of indescribable beauty, it is a lush
refuge, a vibrant sanctuary where she cultivates row upon
row of thriving flowers. She knows each flower by name and
by its meaning – Shasta daisies/innocence,
chrysanthemums/cheerfulness, etc. – and thoughtfully selects
flowers appropriately suited to the deceased, then
discreetly tucks a bouquet in each casket. What's more, as
Trecie makes herself more of a presence in Clara's life –
both Clara and Trecie suffer from the same mental illness:
trichotillomania (an irresistible urge to pull out their
hair) -- she becomes torn between remaining aloof from
others and trying to intervene in this troubled child's
life. Does she remain tethered to and by her solitude or
does she allow herself to walk among and interact with
others? Truly, in Clara, MacKinnon has woven a character so
intricate and complex, yet the bits and pieces we glean
about her past offer a plausible foundation for her
"quirks."
However, I kept wondering throughout if Clara's assessment
of the world around her was to be trusted. Is she
sufficiently disconnected from the real world that it would
render her narration faulty? Or is she, like Humbert Humbert
in Nabokov's
Lolita, an unreliable narrator putting
so much of her own self-serving slant on events that the
reader never really sees the facts? This, as much as
anything, held my interest because MacKinnon does a stand up
job of casting just enough doubt about Clara's mental
soundness via her interaction with the other characters that
it kept me guessing as to what was really going on. I still
can't say whether
Tethered should be categorized as a
mystery or a literary novel but what I do know is that with
her stupendous prose and intricate characterizations
MacKinnon has penned a winner.
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