at twenty-one, just as she was starting to comprehend the puzzles of adulthood, Sarah Manguso was faced with another: a wildly unpredictable autoimmune disease that appeared suddenly and tore through her twenties, paralyzing her for weeks at a time, programming her first to expect nothing from life and then, furiously, to expect everything. in this captivating story, Manguso recalls her struggle: arduous blood cleansings, collapsed veins, multiple chest catheters, depression, the deaths of friends and strangers, addiction, and, worst of all for a writer, the trite metaphors that accompany prolonged illness.i loved her style of writing - it is very different from a typical memoir - the story is written in poetic prose - at least that's what it felt like to me. it was beautiful, tragic, and somehow, i felt quite distance from the writer and her story. i wanted more. although her questions and her thoughts makes us think, i felt an arm's length away from her story.
a quick read, and i highly recommend it.
No comments:
Post a Comment