I thought this was a great book. I had already read Linton’s book, “Claiming Disability,” which I thought was excellent and very insightful for people with disabilities and those interested in teaching. As a person with a disability who often feels isolated from the disabled community, I find my connection in reading books like these.
As a memoir, I think this book was very good, but even more so as a disability memoir. I feel a lot of disability memoirs I’ve read are rather shallow, a long account of all the bad things that have happened to them and all the mean things people have said, with maybe a touch of the sociological workings and consequences of the disability experience in an able bodied world.
Linton’s book takes the bigger picture even further than I could imagine, introducing readers to different people in her life, many of whom have a range of disabilities. Her experiences teaching, being involved with disability activism, and the various cities she lived and studied in gave me such a wider perspective of the disability experience than I thought I would ever get from one book. Being born in the 80’s and raised in the 90’s there are many aspects of the history of disability rights that I take for granted. Linton made it a point to show the work, dedication, and time it took for simple things like access to restrooms, buses, and museums, or the right for a disabled child to go to school with able-bodied peers.
I’m very glad I read this book. Though I’ve read and studied disability books for several years now, Linton really did point out aspects of disability that I had thought I knew how I felt about, and made me realize that I myself had some ego-centric views of disability. Though I don’t share the political zeal for rallying and protesting of which Linton participates, I appreciate the history, and the unabashed honesty I encountered in her writing and would certainly recommend this book to others interested in disability culture/studies/sociology.