4 stars Living with a Visionary | New Yorker For more than fifty years, my wife and I shared a world. Then, as Diana’s health declined, her hallucinations became her own reality. […] She is fully articulate, in many ways her familiar self. She asks me if I saw the opera. I’m not sure which opera she means; we’ve seen many over the fifty years that we’ve been married. She means the one last night in our back yard. She describes it in detail—the stage set, the costumes, the “really amazing” lighting, the beautiful voices. I ask her what opera was performed. Now I get another look, not a sly one but a suspicious one.
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4 stars Living with a Visionary | New Yorker For more than fifty years, my wife and I shared a world. Then, as Diana’s health declined, her hallucinations became her own reality. […] She is fully articulate, in many ways her familiar self. She asks me if I saw the opera. I’m not sure which opera she means; we’ve seen many over the fifty years that we’ve been married. She means the one last night in our back yard. She describes it in detail—the stage set, the costumes, the “really amazing” lighting, the beautiful voices. I ask her what opera was performed. Now I get another look, not a sly one but a suspicious one.