![]() In addition to the grief and guilt of not being physically present at my mother’s funeral, the mediated nature of the event was unsettling, since a funeral should surely be an immediate occasion, experienced bodily in real time. I had to pre-record my eulogy and then watch the recording of myself in the course of the funeral, which – I was told by the funeral director – was on a twenty-second delay, so not quite ‘live’. ![]() I did the last of these things via a one-way ‘live stream’. This meant, because Western Australia’s border was closed to Victorians during COVID, that I had to organise, participate in, and attend my mother’s funeral remotely. ![]() My mother had lived in Perth and I live in Victoria. ![]() Shortly after reading the three books by the French writer Nathalie Léger that I discuss here, my mother passed away. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |