The Heart Is What Dies Last

In The Heart Is What Dies Last Robert Lalonde paints a moving portrait of the woman who was his mother, a woman trapped by fate and who, from beyond the grave, still nurtures a relationship of tenderness and conflict with her son. An ode to the author's departed mother, the book presents her every facet: at times as the young woman with a movie-star smile; at times as the anxious and stormy mother; at times as the old lady with an unfailing memory. With nostalgia 'for an old happiness in black and white,' with neither varnish nor ornament, the author depicts his mother as the woman who never really left him.