It's his wife's turn now, and though she may ultimately be singed by the fire of hell's fury, it seems to me that she deserved to write this book. She has an eloquence in speaking to a culture overwhelmed by the din of tweetering gossip and trivialized Facebook friendships, where people come and go, ignoring the depth of character required for true love validated by marriage.
"Resilience" is no text-messaged document, no hypocritical defense, and Elizabeth Edwards is no victim. She speaks and writes with a dignity and toughness that should give her children hope that they, too, can stand up to the adversities that life throws at all of us. That's her legacy to her children and to the rest of us.
The multiple blows to her body, mind and heart, the cancer that terrifies, the trust that was broken, the tragic death of her son at age 16 have neither disillusioned her nor broken her spirit. She fights back the only way she can in a media-saturated age where celebrity trumps morality. Elizabeth Edwards, "wife of," writes with the insight and philosophical acceptance that exposes the shallow ways that politics, for all its pragmatism, often clouds the vision of the eternal verities.
She finds solace in the grief for her son in support groups on the Internet, "an ethereal world where no one (has) a physical presence." This is where she could nurture memory beyond the limited boundaries of politics. In 2007, when she learned that her cancer had metastasized, "John's indiscretion seemed a million miles away." The old life was gone -- the new life was not yet determined.
This is a book about death, destruction and learning how to rise again, or as Elizabeth Edwards puts it, putting one foot in front of another. In a word, "Resilience."