Kirkus Reviews, 
  Nov. 15, 2002: DEATH IN SLOW MOTION, HarperCollins, Jan. 2003
  
  Novelist Cooney (Shangri-La, 1996, etc.) paints a harrowing portrait of the 
  devastation Alzheimer's wreaks not just on the victim but on those closest to 
  her. 
  "Hip, cool, brilliant, funny, sane" Mary Durant was transformed by 
  the blight of Alzheimer's into a demented creature who nearly destroyed her 
  daughter's life. When it became clear that Durant's mind was going, Cooney moved 
  her mother from Connecticut to California to care for her. The initial plan, 
  for Durant to live alone in a nearby apartment, proved impossible. Cooney then 
  converted her garage into a residence for her mother, but this too became unworkable, 
  and the long search began for an adequate, affordable live-in care facility. 
  Durant's violent behavior caused her to be evicted from one home and judged 
  unacceptable by others. Even with the help of Cooney's partner, Mitch, who had 
  once been a nursing-home inspector, finding the right place was a long and grueling 
  process. As she chronicles Durant's increasing dementia and its devastating 
  effects on her own life (she turned in anguish to Valium and vodka), Cooney 
  weaves in glimpses of happier days. Durant was a respected writer-the inclusion 
  of an unpublished short story in the appendix is an unexpected bonus-and young 
  Eleanor took great pride in her glamorous mother's beauty and accomplishments. 
  During her privileged childhood among artists and writers in Connecticut, Alexander 
  Calder's studio was her playroom and Arthur Miller was a neighbor. The contrast 
  between this golden past and a present marked by frustration, anger, resentment 
  and fatigue makes the destructive force of Alzheimer's a vivid reality. Anyone 
  assuming that Alzheimer's victims live in a happy, mindless state will discover 
  here that on the contrary they are often agitated, confused, miserable and angry, 
  and that those who loved the person he or she once was are likely to find themselves 
  pushed to the limits of endurance.
  Cooney tells it all with a fine and rare mix of black humor and bleak honesty.