once a witch
August 21, 2009
This blog has lain fallow for quite some time. It’s not that I’m not reading. It’s that I don’t feel compelled to blog about it so much. I am, however, trying to update the list of books I’ve read each year. I migrated about a year ago and had not looked at the blog to see whether everything performed as it should. It did not. There is work to do.
In the meantime, I’ve had a child, a daughter, and my interest in children’s literature and young adult literature blossomed. I discovered The Picnic Basket, which is an online review community where you can share your impressions of children’s books with the world. Plus, sometimes, if you’re quick enough, they’ll send you a review copy.
Once a Witch arrived in my mail yesterday and I read it today. Thus, my review:
Everyone in her family has a Talent, except for Tamsin. She’s clever, sassy, and seventeen, but simply cannot compare to her stunningly beautiful, charming, older sister, Rowena. Tamsin isn’t a witch, like everyone else she’s related to. She struggles with that fact since her eight birthday party when her Talent never manifested. As a disappointment to her family, she adopts an outsider identity which most readers can relate to. She escapes the familiar witchy commune in search of normalcy–a Manhattan boarding school. She leads a normal life of sneaking cigarettes, studying for SATs, and brandishing fake I.D.s to enter clubs and drink beer, until, one day, her older sister Rowena, is not herself.
After handsome, older Alistair Callum walks into her grandmother’s bookshop, Tamsin accepts the task of locating a lost object for Callum. The project sends her back in time to 1939 and 1887 where she encounters several ancestors. As her true Talent dawns, she must preserve not just her sister’s life, but her kinfolks’ way of life.
Tamsin’s tale illustrates the universality of unrealized talents and their uniqueness and the importance of family. MacCullough’s writing is sophisticated, captivating, and promises cross-over appeal to adults. The occasional sexual innuendo, stealthily smokes cigarettes, and normal teen rebellion is nothing shocking. MacCullough surely casts a spell on readers; I reluctantly put Once a Witch down two or three times and am still smiling at certain lines, like this one, “She gave me a fleeting smile, a lip spasm, really…” (75) Her storytelling is brisk and packed with action. The open-ended resolution promises more installments of Tamsin’s adventures.
Strongly recommended.
rubber baby buggy bumpers
June 9, 2008
Pamela Paul calls it the anxiety of underspending. She’s referring to the cold sweats that parents experience when they don’t spend enough on their children. Like, maybe, as parents, we aren’t providing our children enough opportunities to develop into the potential uberchild and eventual super-achieving teen/adult that they can and should be. Paul’s book Parenting, Inc: How We Rare Sold on $800 Strollers, Fetal Education, Baby Sign Language, Sleeping Coaches, Toddler Couture, and Diaper Wipe Warmers–and What It Means for Our Children was quite interesting and addressed the reason for the anxiety I experience each time I enter a baby superstore.
Basically her book critiques the manufacturers of baby products and the marketing of their products to new parents. Marketing efforts prey upon our insecurities, as well as our need to give our children all the advantages that we can purchase. Then too, there’s the keeping up with the Jones’s aspect of buying bigger and better baby buggies, $35 onesies, and exclusive membership to baby country clubs.
Paul describes this new type of parenthood where “what we choose to register for comes to symbolize the type of parent we want to be and the way in which we want to raise our children.” Of course, this ultimately backfires because children learn from parental observance that their identity is tied up in what they own, or what they buy, or what kind of style/taste they display from their consumer purchases, and that’s ultimately rather sad and false. Somehow parents “throw out their healthy skepticism when it comes to shopping for their children because such decisions are deeply emotional,” and Paul goes on to write that when we’re wrapped up in nurturing our children, often logical thinking flies straight out the window. That’s how come we end up with far too much stuff.
Why are parents so anxious? Paul writes that many new parents live far away from their families and thus have no regular and ready support system to turn to when baby won’t latch on or sleep through the night. And most children of my generation (X, that is) were not breastfed because formula was pushed so heavily in the 1960s and 1970s. Not until 1982 did breastfeeding make a comeback. My mom won’t be a resource for any breastfeeding issues I may have because she bottle-fed me formula. Should I experience problems, I’ll need to hire a lactation consultant, which probably isn’t a big deal and won’t be a great expense, but still, I wish I could solely rely upon my mother’s wisdom. And yet, I have several friends, as well as my SIL, who can advise me about dicey breastfeeding problems as they occur.
Apparently the pressure to have an early-achieving child is immense. From what I read of Paul’s book though, it seems more geared toward urban parents. Getting their child into the “right” pre-school is key to baby getting into the “right” private school, ad infinitum. Since I live somewhere that there are few options, I’m not worried about whether my child will be accepted at a pretentious preschool, though I’ve long bemoaned the absence of a Montessori school (and possibly Waldorf, though it is not something that I have any familiarity with). And while I’m terribly skeptical of the current effectiveness of public schools, given the No Child Left Behind debacle, as a product of public schools, I have to say that I did okay, that Ian did okay, that we are both college graduates who can support ourselves, and thus public schools are where my child will grow and flourish. Ideally, I always hoped to homeschool. But the financial realities don’t allow for that.
So there’s a push for pre-natal education from the manufacturer’s of baby products. Crazy, I know. And there’s no research to support any claims that pre-natal education really works miracles. And there’s a push for all children’s play and activities to be educational, to be serving an objective. Parents push their children to read before they are ready, and learn their numbers and colors, too, all by age one, believe it or not. Because, apparently, it’s a status thing to boast to the other mommies and daddies that your baby einstein is so far ahead of the others. All of this over-education robs children of their childhood and their time at play. Toys and play are supposed to be for fun, not to reach certain objectives by a certain month.
Much of of the under two or three years old’s education, or edutainment, as Paul refers to it, comes via TV, or educational DVDs. Somehow popping a child in front of an “educational” DVD is preferable to popping baby in a playpen while parent showers or tends to dinner. The playpen option is what I was raised on. That’s how my mom made time to do all that she needed, unhindered by me. But somehow playpens don’t appeal to today’s parents. They liken them to jail and cannot imagine any useful purpose to playpens. And so that explains the popularity of baby in front of educational DVD. I’ll take the playpen, thanks. Our household currently doesn’t revolve around the TV, and I may be exceptionally naive, but I don’t expect for it ever to. Edutainment DVDs were originally marketed toward parents as a way for them to have a short break from baby. But now, they’re marketed differently. Baby and parent are supposed to watch together, learn together, interact together. And most early childhood development experts say that it’s ridiculous to learn about a flower from a TV set. That the logical thing to do is for baby and parent to explore those things together in real life.
Paul also suggests that new parents’ anxiety stems from their lack of experience around babies and children. While that is not the case for me, a whole generation of women, and men, didn’t babysit, or didn’t spend time taking care of younger siblings. And so the inexperienced impulse is to over-comfort baby, to want to be our child’s friend, which then leads to real issues with boundaries and authority. The over-comforting of baby goes hand in hand with wanting to create a perfect environment for our child, one in which she/he knows no pain, no germs, no failure.
And quite without having read Paul’s book, I felt that wasn’t the right path to take. Sure, parents wish to protect their children, but Ian and are are firm believers in the School of Hard Knocks. It worked for us. We both had working mothers who didn’t coddle us. Neither of us were happy all the time, for various and different reasons. Paul writes that trying to shield children from discomfort shouldn’t be a goal because it’s as if we’ve forgotten the essence of human experience. If we solve all our children’s problems for them, how will they learn to self-soothe? How will they learn to solve problems for themselves? It seems that the new parenting is actually creating a generation of completely lost children. And that’s scary. Paul mentions “problem-solving deficit disorder” which describes this generation of children who enter school without critical thinking skills or even the desire to problem solve. Children are easily frustrated when asked to work on projects alone because they are so used to having their parent do it for them. We actually see a lot of this at my university with Millennials who want we librarians to essentially complete their assignments for them. Coincidentally, Paul quotes from another source that Millennials have near zero-resistence to consumerism.
Expectant mothers are targeted for a glut of marketing materials from the start. Last week I bought a maternity top and two of those belly bands at a maternity shop. I received a starter pack from the cashier which contained samples of lotions, etc., as well as a Playtex bottle; our first. When she ran my credit card through her register/computer, she asked for confirmation of my mailing address. Creepy that it was already in the system. Now I expect to receive tons of crap in the mail targeting me and my baby as future consumers of unnecessary products. Basically, it seems, that companies use a hard sell and try to frighten parents into buying their products, otherwise they are not being the best parents or giving their children the best foot forward. Companies also rely on brand loyalty and are expanding their products to grow alongside baby.
One of the positive aspects of this boon of baby products is that mompreneurs are starting businesses that fill a need. And I’m all for mom’s going into business for themselves to make things easier for subsequent generations of parents. Often, they fill a need, a niche, that the mega-companies overlook. That’s how Baby Einstein (sold to Disney for $25 million) and Giggle developed.
Surely, the thing I liked best about the book is that Paul affirmed my thoughts about the necessity of toys, DVD, animatronic devices, etc. for the development of baby’s skills. There is no research proving that any of these thing help babies grow into smart beans. In fact, most media are detrimental to baby’s development. The American Academy of Pediatrics recommended that children under two not be exposed to TV, computers, or video games.
Here are two reasons why TV and babies don’t mix: “Studies show that high levels of television viewing before age three are associated with subsequent bullying, impaired reading and mathematical proficiency. A 2006 study in Pediatrics found that the more television children under five watch, the less likely they are to engage in curative play.”
And then this: “Early exposure to TV and video games conditions the developing brain to expect very high, unnatural level of input. Real life by comparison becomes boring.”
Perhaps its my Gen X skepticism at work, or something else, but honestly, what was good enough for me, is good enough for my children. In fact, Paul says that children get more out of playing with ordinary household (but safe!) objects than with all those expensive, expendable plastic gadgets with all their bells and whistles. So many parents are guilty about working too much or not spending enough time with their children that they buy buy buy. The average American child receives seventy new toys each year. How excessive is that? Companies rely upon parental feelings of guilt and manipulate parents into spending outrageous amounts on their children.
Yeah, I feel like I’ll be one of those nazi parents. Don’t let my child watch tv. Don’t buy my child plastic toys. Don’t over-protect my child from germs and falls and spills and such. And none of those cheesey singing animatronic holiday toys, either. I hope I won’t be too unbearable. No sugar, either! Haven’t even explored the issues around feeding baby.
In closing, I highly recommend this book. While Paul doesn’t necessarily offer solutions to warding off the problems she describes, awareness of them is the first step. Librarian that I am, I found the lack of bibliography disappointing. But she mentions books throughout its pages, and if you note them as you read, you’re all set. Paul does include several pages of notes documenting her sources, and that was reassuring. And by the way, the book was so well-written as well. Very easy to read.
Naturally I fed off the author’s vibe because I agreed with her assessments of the burgeoning baby market. Every other paragraph I was “Right on!” after reading “Parents who discuss the content of traditional books while reading to their children promoted early literacy, while electronic books encourages a slightly coercive parent-child interaction and were not as effective. The researchers described parents and children reading electronic books together as a severely truncated experience.
Two of the areas Paul wrote about that I didn’t address in this very lengthy post are the outsourcing of parenting and celebrity baby culture. Paul describes the plethora of services that baby and mom can take at upscale centers that include spa and cafe for parents and courses in which to enroll baby. Such centers seems as much an avenue for ending the isolation of new mothers as true educational opportunities for babies. Since the media focuses such extreme attention on celebrity babies, an entire luxury market opened up to serve them, thus $800 imported baby buggies and designer baby duds by Escada and Marc Jacobs.
Here’s a list of books from which Paul drew many of her statements:
Anxious Parents: A History of Modern Childrearing in America
The Hurried Child: : Growing Up Too Fast, Too Soon
Perfect Madness: Motherhood in the Age of Anxiety
Born to Buy: The Commercialized Child and the New Consumer Culture
The Scientist in the Crib: What Early Learning Tells Us About the Mind
What Kids Really Want Money Can’t Buy: Tips For Parenting in a Commercial World
cross-posted at bekka.
more vampires
April 14, 2008
Even though I didn’t like I Am Legend with its vampires I read Stephanie Meyer’s vampire triology next. My first exposure to the triology came this summer past. My sister, who is fifteen years younger than I, came to stay at my house for a week while she visited the university and applied to school there. One evening we visited a book store and she pounced on Eclipse (2008) which had not been out long at all. We returned home and after visiting with me about fifteen or twenty minutes she retired to her bedroom for good. Ian came home from work around 4 a.m. and told me later that morning that her light was still on. She stayed up to read the whole book through.
I cannot blame her, for Meyer’s writing is simple and seductive and so easy to sink into. Her storytelling is fabulous and no doubt, that is the greatest appeal of her books. Her characters are complex, too. But, it is high school, after all. So high school. Isabella Swan is the protagonist. She moves to Washington to live with her father, the sheriff, of a small, gloomy but green, town. Her mother remarried a baseball player who travels frequently and Isabella felt as though her living with her mother placed a hardship upon her since she couldn’t tag along on new hubby’s travels.
Basically the first book, Twilight, is about Isabella getting used to her new town, school, and friends. Her father is mostly absent, but she cooks dinner for them each evening. She makes new friends easily and eventually befriends a passel of vampires who belong to the same family. She falls in love with Edward, and he feels the same for her. But it’s tough dating a vampire. He’s so cold. And has to control his blood lust around her. And some of the vampires have special powers. Like Alice, Edward’s sister, can see the future. The excitement comes near the end of the first novel when they encounter three other vampires. Almost forgot: These vampires are vegetarians, of sorts. They don’t prey upon humans. They only drink blood from large animals like bears, cougars, etc. The three other vampires the family and Isabella encounter do drink human blood. And they all want Isabella. Throughout the entire trilogy (and there’s a fourth book coming out this summer, so what does that make it?) Isabella struggles with her desire to become a vampire. Sometimes she is conflicted, but for the most part, she is sure that a vampire’s life is for her.
In the next book, New Moon, Edward decides that Isabella cannot live a normal life with him in it. And so he leaves. His whole family leaves Washington for greener pastures. Isabella falls into a deep depression and only goes through the motions of life. Finally, there’s a break in her depression and she spends more and more time with Jacob. They’ve known one another for years. He’s a few years younger than she, and an American Indian who lives on the local rez. She has him repair two motorcycles that she bought with the hope of living on the edge. Mostly, she’s suicidal at this point because she cannot live without Edward. So high school. But then Jacob starts acting weird and won’t take her calls. He avoids her. Readers can put two and two together quite easily if they remember the story Jacob told Isabella in the first book about werewolves and vampires. Eventually Isabella guesses that he’s a werewolf. The problem, of course, is that werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies. So how will Isabella juggle her friendship with Jacob and her feelings for Edward? Oh, Edward returns to her life. The story takes a dramatic turn when Edward thinks that Isabella is dead and he goes to Italy to have the uber vampires kill him, put him out of his misery, for he cannot live without Isabella.
Somehow, I’ve forgotten the third book entirely. Eclipse is filled with Isabella’s woes about finishing high school and moving on to college. She disdains normal human experiences and aches to join Edward and the Cullen family as her own vampire self. One of her major problems is that she’s aging. She turns 18 in this book and doesn’t want to get older than Edward. Edward wants her to go to college and have all those experiences that he missed out on when he was human. Then there are tons of murders happening in Seattle that have Isabella’s father and the Cullen’s out of sorts. The Cullens suspect it’s a pack of newborn vampires going through the city’s population. They prepare for an attack, for they are certain, given Alice’s special powers, that the pack will soon descend upon their town. There’s a bit of negotiating between Isabella and Edward regarding her becoming a vampire. She wants it done soon. He wants to wait. Then he extracts a promise from her that they will marry before she becomes a bloodsucker. Naturally there is a huge fight between vampires when the newborn pack reaches Forks, but surprisingly, the werewolves agree to fight alongside the vegetarian vampires. They fight. Some die, some don’t.
Now I await for the release of the fourth book this summer to see how things turn out. I feel that Isabella won’t become a vampire. Frankly, Jacob, the werewolf seems a better match for Isabella, and one of the struggles she faces in the third book is the realization that she loves Jacob more than in a “just friends” way. The vampires are glamorous and lovely and drive sports cars, but otherwise, they’re boring. Go werewolf, go!
movie beats book twice
April 3, 2008
Usually it’s not the case that I enjoy a movie better than a book. But strangely enough, the past two books-into-movies I read defied the norm. Though Becoming Jane Austen (2003) was filled with biographical information about Austen and her family, it seemed tedious and dry at times, yet was incredibly well-written. The movie focuses on Austen’s relationship with the mysterious Tom LeFroy and the book focuses on Austen’s entire life but Jon Spence traces LeFroy’s influence throughout all of Austen’s novels.
Then last night I read I Am Legend (1954). Frankly, I was bored. Vampires. They’re vampires. And the novella? short story? is set in Los Angeles in the late 1970s, not in Manhattan/Long Island in the twenty-first century like in the Will Smith movie. Matheson’s novel was bare bones and the Neville character was focused on vampires and their mythology. The 2007 movie is loosely based on the novel and takes Matheson’s theme further into the future than perhaps he could have envisioned it. Neville visits the Los Angeles Public Library to research biology and hemoglobin in his quest to understand and cure all the vampires in the world. So there was that library bit that perked up the slightest bit.
lives of authors
March 5, 2008
Anymore I feel as though this blog is relegated to lists of books I’ve bought and might read sometime. Although, I bought Jane Austen: A Life (2001) by Carol Shields on Sunday and dip into it between all the required reading I’m doing for two classes I’m taking; one is public history and the other is an archives class. The Austen bio is from the Penguin Lives series. And if it is an indication of what others in the series are like, then I’ll read them all.
I don’t know whether it’s my recent fascination with all things Austen, or just that Shields’ writing is that good. Her approach is fabulous. I only wish I had more undivided time to sit and sink into her sparkling words. I thought she died a few years ago, the author, not Austen. Stone Diaries (1993) was a favorite of mine. So it’s sad to remember that such a good writer only lives on in her words.
My trip to Malaprop’s (Asheville, NC) on Sunday, where I bought the Austen bio didn’t break the bank. But it could have. I took notes on at least a dozen other titles I wanted to buy but did not. Instead, I came away with two other books, but can only remember that one was Best Hikes with Dogs: North Carolina (2007). It is signed by the author, whom I believe, lives in Western North Carolina.
The other was a fat piece of fiction, but that’s all I recall.
Love this Austen bio so much I could lick it.
all about the dogs
January 8, 2008
One of the reasons Wuthering Heights (1847) made my list of classics I want to read was because I read about Emily Bronte’s relationship with her dog in Shaggy Muses: The Dogs Who Inspired Virginia Woolf, Emily Dickinson, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Edith Wharton, and Emily Bronte (2007). Maureen Adams book fascinated me. Who knew that these authors had such close relationships with their canine companions? Surely my reason for reading WH is tenuous, at best, but wouldn’t any author love any readers, despite their reasons for reading the work?
And really, Shaggy Muses was only a prelude to the in-depth reading I’ve done on dogs lately. Bringing a third dog into our home redirected a lot of my reading of the past three or four weeks into dog behavior books. Now that there’s a pack to attend to, there’s much more management on my part of my beloved pack of spaniels and a border collie.
The terrible thing is that I’ve read my eyeballs dry. But haven’t written much of all my reading of late, and I suspect it’s because most books I’ve selected of late are mostly unremarkable. Then too, I’m lazy.
So I’ve read about housebreaking your dogs, and leading your pack, and border collies on farms. While I enjoyed Cesar Milan’s books, I really love Jon Katz’s work. His Katz on Dogs: A Commonsense Guide to Training and Living With Dogs (2005) was the last thing I read last year. I loved it. Ate it up. It’s a wonderful, practical book that any dog owner or dog lover or potential dog owner or lover should read. He doesn’t ascribe to any one training method, but combines bits and pieces from several that work for him and his canines.
And then I read A Good Dog: The Story of Orson, Who Changed My Life (2006). Loved it, too. Orson was Katz’s troubled border collie. Reading about their relationship and their ultimate destiny was sobering, yet inspiring. I’m waiting on all those other Katz books. Waiting for the public library to get it’s courier service ironed out so I can devour all of Katz’s books on dogs.
But what do I love so much? Katz’s writing is accessible, easy to fall into. His subject matter enthralls me: Border collies, sheep, and farm life. And the knowledge he gained, self, canine, and agricultural, are lovely to know. I’m so glad he shared it with his readers.
classic resolution
January 8, 2008
Long before the end of December I decided to dip into the classics and to make the reading of classics an objective of my leisure reading. Perhaps I can stand to devote at least one book per month to classics that I’ve never read. I bought several books with that goal in mind: Death Comes for the Archbishop (1923) and a few others whose names escape me now, but whose authors include John Steinbeck and Virginia Woolf.
There were tons of lists available to guide my choices in the selection of classics. And I made a list of titles that interested me. The Modern Library’s list was thorough. And their Reader’s List looked doable, too. Radcliffe Publishing Course has a list as well. There’s Time Magazine’s list. The BBC’s Big Read list. Those lists abound. Naturally, one of my favorites is 100 Best Works by Women Writers.
But so far, I’m unimpressed. I finished Death Comes for the Archbishop (1927) a few days ago. That is, after rescuing it from underneath my bed where it languished there for weeks because I had not the energy to finish it. I’ve read Cather’s work before, perhaps it was O, Pioneers! (1913) but this book was just dry. And dull, mostly. But then again, I’m not so much interested in the Catholic church’s early presence in Santa Fe. Descriptions of the landscape were lovely. I especially enjoyed when characters were on horseback or muleback.
The characters weren’t distinct enough for me to tell them apart. All those men of the cloth. And there were parts that weren’t chronological. Parts about our archbishop’s childhood appeared at the book’s conclusion. There wasn’t much dialogue, and that was good. But there wasn’t much in-depth detail about the men the book was about. I spent days reading this book and came away without a decent sense of who those men where.
These are the titles pulled from shelves in my library that I hope to read to fulfill my reading resolution:
- Sound and the Fury
- The Group
- A Death In the Family
- Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
- Grapes of Wrath
- Age of Innocence
- Passage to India
- Wuthering Heights
- Sense & Sensibility
- Mansfield Park
- Pride & Prejudice
I’ve read Pride & Prejudice, and possibly Wuthering Heights at some point in my adolescence, but I never loved them, or remembered much of them, and so I feel beholden to go back and re-read those. Plus, the Austen titles in my list are available in the most darling edition. They are part of Macmillan’s Pocket American and English Classics. Two are, the other is a Thomas Nelson publication and stands barely an inch taller than Mansfield Park and Pride & Prejudice’s five and three-quarters inches.
Their size make them perfect for travel. And in two or three days time I’ll be flying to Philadelphia and may need literature to distract me on the plane. Now I must remember my favorite Philadelphia booksellers and add their names to my list of places not to miss during my short visit.
painful pushing
October 23, 2007
Pushed: The Painful Truth About Childbirth and Modern Materinity Care (2007) is one of the most fascinating books I’ve read all year. Jennifer Block presents a convincing case against the over-medicalization of the natural process of birth and advocates that women with low-risk pregnancies stay as far from hospitals as possible.
Birth plans give mothers-to-be a sense of control over an essentially control-less event. Most pregnant mothers are not informed that hospitals will not honor their birth plans. Once the hospital has the laboring mother inside its walls, she is doomed. Doomed to an unnatural process of drugs and monitoring and medical intervention.
Choice is thrown out the door once you roll through the sliding entry doors:
“It’s a illusion, she says. “No matter what anybody tells you in prenatal classes, or what your friends say, or what you read in books, the bottom line is, you will follow the rules of the hospital, and you will do what your doctor wants you to do. No matter what you think going into it. Sometimes I say your choices are very limited, but in point of fact, I don’t think women have any choices.” (166)
Much of the book’s focus is on the increasing rates of cesareans births. Across the nation, hospital’s cesarean rates should be around 10%, but most are around 30% or 40%. Cesareans have increased since the 1990s for many reasons. Hospitals and physicians claim that they’re scheduled because their patients request it. But actually its because there is less risk and liability for obstetricians when they surgically remove the baby. Obstertiricians can have a more normal life when they schedule their patient’s L&D between 9 a.m. and 5 p.m. The only way obstetricians make a living is to deliver babies. Their malpractice insurance is the highest of any medical specialty.
Then, another great concern of the book is women who want VBAC (vaginal birth after cesarean). Most hospitals and obstetricians refuse to let VBAC occur. In fact, Block cites Amber Marlowe’s case. In 2001 Marlowe waited at home until she was in active labor, with her seventh child, then drove around to several hospitals in order to avoid a section and being hooked up to fetal monitors, etc.
But, the first hospital said no to vaginal birth and told them to go elsewhere. At the second hospital hospital attorneys and judges petitioned for custody of her fetus in order to force a cesarean birth, while Marlowe labored for 14 hours. But before the order was handed down, Marlowe and her husband escaped and found a third hospital where she pushed her baby out vaginally. Marlowe’s was not the only frightening case in which the mother’s rights were disregarded mentioned by Block.
Gosh, this was an excellent book on the state of maternity care in the United States. Eye-opening, really. Block points out how feminists and women’s rights groups like NOW don’t support mothers; they’re only interested in abortion/choice. But what about mothers? Do their choices suddenly dry up while they labor and deliver? Women are medically assaulted by their physicians and nurses when they are given unwanted episiotomies and sections.
rest of her life
October 18, 2007
If you killed someone, accidentally, or purposefully, you’d remember it for the rest of your life. That’s what The Rest of Her Life (2007) revolves around. It’s the story of two women, a mother and daughter, Leigh and Kara. Kara is eighteen and about to graduate from high school. Leigh teaches school in their town in Danby, Texas. In a moment of distraction Kara runs over a girl in a crosswalk, Bethany.
Much of the book examines the complex relationship between mother and daughter and why they’ve each felt misunderstood by the other. This event brings that age-old conflict to the forefront. Leigh wants to help her daughter, but Kara was always closer with her father who is a professor at the local university. The story follows the aftermath of Bethany’s death, its effect on Kara’s family, the community, and certainly Bethany’s mother. Besides all this, Leigh deals with whacko parents who want to challenge her book selections for an Honors English course she teaches to eight graders and consoling her son Justin, who isn’t invited to a sleep-over that all the other seventh grade boys in town were invited.
Then, there are Leigh’s flashbacks. Readers learn that looks are deceiving. Just because she’s living the American Dream, the middle class ideal of home and children and good jobs, doesn’t mean that she was born into it. Leigh and her older sister Pam moved to a new town and new school every year. Leigh adapted to the constant lack of friends by keeping her nose in a book. Pam, the more attractive of the two, found boyfriends quickly. Leigh examines the relationship she had with her mother and the reasons for their eventual estrangement.
I loved this book. It was such a lovely surprise. Mostly because I didn’t read the flyleaf. I saw it in bookstores while vacationing in Florida and didn’t buy it because I brought half a dozen books to read and that’s a lot of heavy books to tote across state lines. Naturally I sought it out at a library when I returned home. Fabulous writing, great storytelling. Flawed characters. It has it all. Moriarty wrote a perfectly wonderful book and I look forward to reading more of her work.