‘Carey’s spare prose suggests the courage of her venture. The unevasive clarity of her descriptions of guilt and a sense of daughterly inadequacy give this work its intensity and clarity.’
Australian Literary Review
‘It all started with her bare feet. I’d never seen them like that before, from that angle, looking so vulnerable.’
When Gabrielle Carey’s mother, who is usually pedantically punctual and organised, begins to forget basic things like where she put her purse, Gabrielle knows that something is wrong. Scans reveal a brain tumour, and doctors advise its urgent removal. But there is another urgency at hand. Biding the dreadful passing of time in doctors’ waiting rooms, Gabrielle begins to realise how much her mother has left untold, how many questions she still wants to ask her, and how little time there is left for answers.
Amid organising appointments, looking after her own children, and battling her mother’s stubbornly principled idea that she should be left to die, Gabrielle begins to voice the unasked — to attempt to discover the mother whom she has lived with all her life but never truly known.
In this sharp and honest memoir, we see what it is that families, in all their complex dynamics, can give to each other, and just what they stand to gain when they lay down their arms and let each other in.
‘In this sharp and honest memoir, we see what it i s that families, in all their complex dynamics, can give to each other, and just what they stand to gain when they lay down their arms and let each other in.’
Pharmacy News
‘… raw and evocative.’
The Advertiser
» All reviews for this title‘A genuine seeker of wisdom, Carey is a truthful writer and the reader can believe her version of life as she has lived, experienced and observed it … Waiting Room is written from the heart.’
The Weekend Australian