Surprised by the success of her first journal, A Journal of A Solitude, May Sarton followed it with this second journal. Not quite as interesting, but it contains the themes that will continue through her journals—her preoccupation with the weather, love of gardening, and the importance of her friends.
Leaving the small house she lived in, she moves to a three-story house along the coast of Maine.There she struggles with the challenge of trying to keep a garden in the severe weather and the coming and going of her friends.
She was a difficult person to know, but she was honest, and that comes through in her journals. It is an interesting journey, and I’m glad she shared it with us.
May Sarton is famous for her poetry, plays and novels, but it is her journals that speak to me the most. She writes about the tension she feels with the tug and pull between her love of solitude and the joy she experiences with groups of people, the pleasures of living alone and the worry about her independence as she ages.
I recommend this book to anyone living alone at this age and curious about how another person experiences the milestone.
We have so few voices that tell us what to expect when we age. May Sarton is one of the few, and we are lucky to have her record of what old age is like. Whether in her journals, or her poetry, her clear voice articulates the challenges and rewards of the end of life.
Whether it’s the delights of ‘Lunch in the Garden’ or the power of memory in ‘The Tides’, she is able to put into words what many of us feel, but are unable to express: the joy of a warm summer day or the pull of memories that we are unable to resist and are swept away by.
I’m reading it to get ready.