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272 pages, Paperback
First published August 22, 2012
Poetry-formatted novels are not my first choice of literature, but upon the recommendation of a professor, I picked up this book with hopes to deter, or at least soothe, the lasting stressors of trauma. The form is very halting and abrasive. Perhaps it is because Angel herself cannot interpret her life, or maybe it’s only to protect the reader. However, even though Leavitt is trying to protect the reader, she leaves in some seriously nasty details. This book is concentrated in depressing and overwhelming themes like abuse, trauma, exploitation, and love or lack thereof.
Angel is a dope-sick child-prostitute who is doing her best to keep her indifferent hustler’s newest recruit off the streets and away from the horrible situation Angel finds herself in. Angel stops taking the drugs and she tries to rescue Melli instead. After years of prostitution, Angel found purpose first in a simple journal and then in a young girl. Angel writes all her heart’s thoughts and her mind’s troubled emotions down in her Book of Life, thus providing some sort of respite as she suffers from the side effects of a horrible life. However, Angel is not entirely blameless; it is clear throughout the book that she has made a myriad of poor decisions but she slowly starts to turn that around once she understands the importance of getting Melli out of the slums and back to her family.
In a discussion had with the professor who recommended the book, she stated that Leavitt wrote the story in stream-of-consciousness because she did not want the reader to feel so burdened and heavy that he or she couldn’t finish the book. The purpose of this book is not to depress or trigger the readers. My Book of Life by Angel has found its own niche within cathartic literature. My favorite lines read:
When he was done his face was disappointed
and I looked and he’d put a wing on my shoulder
so real, so feathers,
pretty and weepy and bleeding,
but he was not proud—
He said, that’s not what I wanted, not what I meant (157.)
My Book of Life by Angel left a deep impression on me. As a survivor of trauma and assault, it is wonderfully reassuring to know that there are literary heroes who have gone through similar experiences. I sincerely appreciate the care that Leavitt has taken with such a sensitive subject. The format of the novel helps soften the difficult discussion that needs to happen but hardly does and although Angel’s life is hard to read about, it is worth reading.