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That is the backdrop to a quiet book largely formed of a diary spanning June to September Campbell recounts settling into a caravan by the canal and railway line in Oxford, getting plenty of help from friends and neighbours but also finding her own inner resources and enjoying her natural setting. Covid narratives feel really dated now, unfortunately.
New bargain purchase from Hungerford Bookshop with birthday voucher. Julavits is a novelist and founding editor of The Believer. I loved her non-standard diary, The Folded Clock , back in , so jumped at the chance to read her new memoir but then took more a year over reading it.
The U. In later sections he sounds so like my American nephew with his Fortnite obsession and lawyerly levels of argumentation and self-justification. A famous author once told Julavits that writers should not have children because each one represents a book they will not write. This book is a rebuttal: something she could not have written without having had her son. Home is a New York City apartment near the Columbia University campus where she teaches — in fact, directly opposite a dorm at which rape allegations broke out — but more often the setting is their Maine vacations, where coastal navigation is a metaphor for traversing life.
Mostly the memoir takes readers through everyday conversations the author has with friends and family about situations of inequality or harassment.
Through her words she tries to gently steer her son towards more open-minded ideas about gender roles. She also entrances him and his sleepover friends with a real-life horror story about being chased through the French countryside by a man in a car. The tenor of her musings appealed to me, but already the details are fading. I suspect this will mean much more to a parent. The title character holds a traditional position in her Chinese village, performing mourning at ceremonies for the dead.