Nobel Prize-winner Jose Saramago's brilliant new novel poses the
question: What happens when the grim reaper decides there will be no
more death? On the first day of the new year, no one dies. This of
course causes consternation among politicians, religious leaders,
morticians, and doctors. Among the general public, on the other hand,
there is initially celebration--flags are hung out on balconies, people
dance in the streets. They have achieved the great goal of humanity:
eternal life. Then reality hits home--families are left to care for the
permanently dying, life-insurance policies become meaningless, and
funeral parlors are reduced to arranging burials for pet dogs, cats,
hamsters, and parrots.
Death sits in her chilly apartment, where she lives alone with scythe
and filing cabinets, and contemplates her experiment: What if no one
ever died again? What if she, death with a small d, became human and
were to fall in love?