The book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close portrays the life of 8 year old Oskar Schell, a young boy in New York who experiences the after-effects of his father's death in the 9/11 terrorist attacks. He suffers continuously from not only the loss of his father, but also his mom and friends breaking away from him. His mom now tries to find somone new and indeed she does. His name is Ron. Oskar hates Ron as he always thinks that his father is being replaced. I think that Oskar can't except the fact that you have to move on. You can't stuff everything inside, but instead throw the bad things out. His mom is pulling herself out of sorrow rather than wallowing in it.
In addition to the death of his father, Oskar wants to know how he died. He feels uncomfortable with the fact that there were millions of ways for his father to die. In the book Oskar says this is the reason why he invents. Throughout the book you will occasionally hear of some of his inventions and maybe even their references to his Dads death. One is a skyscraper that moves up and down while its elevator stayed in place. And he then says: "if you're on the 95th floor, and a plane hits below you, the building could take you to the ground, and everyone could be safe". Another is a tear reservoir where all the people that cry in their bed at night could see how many other people cried the last night on the tear forecast". He makes all of these inventions to either reenact and save his dad or find out how his dad died. Oskar is the type of character that will not rest until he knows and he goes on a sort of journey to find the truth to end his suffering. These inventions is the way he deals with his pain. He doesn't move on but instead stays and retreats into his own horror, inventing the death of his father
In conclusion Oskar has gone through a lot after the death of his father. When he finds a key that belonged to his dad he goes on a journey not only to end his thoughts of his passed away father, but to mature and prosper in the glory he hopes to find.
