GRAVY
GRAVY is a multi-genre collection covering life after seventy. Divided into five sections, Ron Singer writes on the preoccupations of the elderly: accountancy, books, activism, and family (surrogate and real). The tone of the book follows this dictum, quoted from A VOICE FOR MY GRANDMOTHER, a memoir of the author's maternal family that is included in GRAVY: “There are few things I hate more than stories about lonely, impoverished oldsters sitting by their windows feeling bored and bereft. I don’t even like these characters when they turn up in English murder novels as the neighborly snoops who peep through the curtains for twenty years until one fatal day they see something which solves the whole case. They, and the writers, for that matter, should get a life. Anyway, they, the writers, need better plots.”
GRAVY is a multi-genre collection covering life after seventy. Divided into five sections, Ron Singer writes on the preoccupations of the elderly: accountancy, books, activism, and family (surrogate and real). The tone of the book follows this dictum, quoted from A VOICE FOR MY GRANDMOTHER, a memoir of the author's maternal family that is included in GRAVY: “There are few things I hate more than stories about lonely, impoverished oldsters sitting by their windows feeling bored and bereft. I don’t even like these characters when they turn up in English murder novels as the neighborly snoops who peep through the curtains for twenty years until one fatal day they see something which solves the whole case. They, and the writers, for that matter, should get a life. Anyway, they, the writers, need better plots.”
GRAVY is a multi-genre collection covering life after seventy. Divided into five sections, Ron Singer writes on the preoccupations of the elderly: accountancy, books, activism, and family (surrogate and real). The tone of the book follows this dictum, quoted from A VOICE FOR MY GRANDMOTHER, a memoir of the author's maternal family that is included in GRAVY: “There are few things I hate more than stories about lonely, impoverished oldsters sitting by their windows feeling bored and bereft. I don’t even like these characters when they turn up in English murder novels as the neighborly snoops who peep through the curtains for twenty years until one fatal day they see something which solves the whole case. They, and the writers, for that matter, should get a life. Anyway, they, the writers, need better plots.”