Less oleaginous than 'the caring' many when speaking on the same topic, author Margaret Drabble goes softly into the good night of what is called "death." Says she, "I am not afraid of death. I worry about living."
And then, natch, there is "The Story of Sex" ... whose illustrations I plead guilty to liking, even if the topic seems laced with both intelligence and good humor. Or maybe I am just pleased to finally hear that "sexual intercourse began in 1963 (“Between the end of the ‘Chatterley’ ban / And the Beatles’ first LP”)" The book is not entirely silly, I take it, but that it should include silliness speaks well for its serious aspects from where I sit.