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Things In Nature Merely Grow

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LONGLISTED FOR THE BAILLIE GIFFORD PRIZE FOR NON-FICTION 2025 FINALIST FOR THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD FOR NON-FICTION 2025 'Unforgettable' SUNDAY TIMES 'Courageous' OBSERVER 'One of the most important books to be published in years' SARA COLLINS 'There are few writers with Li’s power' DOUGLAS STUART The best book I have read this year’ DAVID NICHOLLS A remarkable, defiant work of radical acceptance from acclaimed Pulitzer Prize finalist Yiyun Li as she considers the loss of her son James. 'There is no good way to say this,' Yiyun Li writes at the beginning of this book. 'There is no good way to state these facts, which must be acknowledged.

My husband and I had two children and lost them both: Vincent in 2017, at sixteen, James in 2024, at nineteen.

Both chose suicide, and both died not far from home.' There is no good way to say this – because words fall short.

It takes only an instant for death to become fact, 'a single point in a timeline'.

Living now on this single point, Li turns to thinking and reasoning and searching for words that might hold a place for James.

Li does what she can: including not just writing but gardening, reading Camus and Wittgenstein, learning the piano, and living thinkingly alongside death. This is a book for James, but it is not a book about grieving.

As Li writes, 'The verb that does not die is to be. Vincent was and is and will always be Vincent. James was and is and will always be James. We were and are and will always be their parents. There is no now and then, now and later, only, now and now and now and now.' Things in Nature Merely Grow is a testament to Li’s indomitable spirit. As seen in the New Yorker, Vanity Fair, LA Times, TIME, and the Paris Review. 'To state that this courageous book is a testament to love is an understatement.