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Who lent a hand, I wonder, to create the slender, witty book In Defense of Seniorhood? How could such a vibrant young woman (as seen on Google: a search was warranted) know and divulge all the intimacies of old age? Twenty-six mini-essays cover the basics more or less, and invariably spot-on, telling just what to expect on reaching the golden years.
I’ve heard tell that seniors, to give the cohort dignity, stretch a short memory as long as they dare, retrieving the past in attempting to bolster the present. Among the subjects confronted, readers will learn about chronic pains, financial setbacks, wearing diapers, and being “treated like obsolete print newspapers.” It’s slight comfort to learn from a grandchild that computer technology advances learned in third grade may be outdated by eighth grade.
While dashed dreams, grumpiness, and a sense of irrelevance are bleak, Aarini’s wry humor perversely enjoys sharing ideas on the passing of friends, choosing a gravestone inscription, and a self-penned obituary. The cover image of two saucy, lively old men, one in the inevitable grey cardigan, offers hope to any lonely old women seeking a second chance.
