... former Boston Globe humor columnist hasn't lost her touch
If you liked Susan Trausch's "Out to Lunch" column in the business pages of the Boston Globe a while back, you'll love her latest book.
The title is "Groping Toward Whatever -or- How I Learned to Retire [SORT OF]"
Yes, her book contains many of those course-changing afterthoughts that were her trademark as a humor columnist. Explaining that she got on Facebook by mistake, Trausch writes: "Now I get emails from strangers who want to be my friends. Trying to take the name off the site, I found another Susan Trausch pictured with two children. She's not me. Unless she is."
Published by Free Street Press, 182pp. Available on Amazon, Barnes&Noble sites..
And, yes, you can count on her for snappy one-liners on just about every page. While grappling with the question of what to do with herself after accepting a Globe buyout, Trausch is advised to print up calling cards. It's an alien notion to her. "My idea of networking was waving to the neighbors on the way into the garage, she writes in the second chapter, "They Paid Me to Leave", in which she uses fast-moving dialogue with co-workers to describe reaching a decision she never contemplated. Typically sprinkling descriptions of her angst with light comments, Trausch is poignant in this chapter's conclusion:
"...on my last day, driving through the Boston Globe parking lot, passing the green and gold newspaper trucks parked in rows like sentries guarding the past, I pulled over and cried."
Trausch then weaves her way through the trauma that so many early retirees face: What to do with your time, crunching numbers, worrying about your physical self (she calls that chapter "Carcass Maintenance"), coping with being called "Ma'am", slowly shopping for bananas, contemplating senior housing, facing your mortality and dealing with the unexpected.
The unexpected doesn't wait for Trausch to adjust to her new life. Suddenly she and her husband, John Sobierski, are faced with the onset of dementia that strikes his mother at age 86. "Her last year of life was my first year of retirement."
The chapter, simply called "Alice", starts out as a description of the author's bonding with her mother-in-law and soon becomes a love story between a dying woman and her caretaker.
Trausch is a serious thinker. She provides insight into aspects of early retirement that flow not just from her experience but also from her ability to analyze nuances of early retirement issues.
But she also is funny as hell. Each reader will experience laugh-out-loud moments. My favorite was this:
"There I am on my stomach, reaching under the refrigerator with a yardstick to pull out Cheerios, nuts, ossified beans, uncooked elbow macaroni, cooked elbow macaroni, plastic bag fasteners, and grapes that have gone beyond raisins and are on their way to vinegar. I never used to care what was under there, never noticed the grease along the bottom of the stove drawer, or the tea bags that had missed the waste basket under the sink."
The author of "Out to Lunch" proves in this book that she is hardly "out to pasture."
(Jack Driscoll was Editor of the Boston Globe when Trausch was a Business Section columnist.)
October 1, 2010