Intensive Care: A Memoir by Alan Twigg (Book Review)
From the back cover:
One night in April, after a Sunday soccer game, Alan Twigg, a writer, couldn’t remember the names of his two sons or his wife—and he couldn’t hold a pen. After a scan at the Emergency, he learned he had a large brain tumour squeezed against the motor cortex. Intensive Care tells the story of why this was a good thing.
This is a really touching collection of poems. Twigg found himself losing the tools that make him who he is (i.e. his ability to write and think); this book follows his journey to once again reach normalcy.
Many of the poems are accompanied by his child-like handwriting; written as he was still relearning that skill. You get to see what he was thinking, pre-edit, and how a few words scrawled on paper can become a truly beautiful piece of art. You get to witness his change in priorities from when he thinks he’s about to die, to a period of extreme self-reflection, and finally dealing with everything that happened and coming out the other side.
Shortstop
I knew for certain
things were going to be okay
when this brown clipboard
slipped from the hospital bed
and I caught it reflexively
before it hit the floor
like the shortstop I used to be.
You can buy Intensive Care directly through Anvil Press.
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