A book that remembers as best it can a childhood that exists in the shadows of grief, alcoholism, divorce, mental illness, heartbreak, and the unimaginable loss of a mother who can’t be grieved. Written with incredible skill, you can feel the pen gliding across every page in a whirl of emotion. WORLDLY GIRLS contains stand-alone essays that feel like fragments of a whole, a puzzle you only to realize is incomplete when you discover the missing pieces, what has been dropped, lost, or perhaps never packed into the box. A model of how to collect one’s thoughts and relay them with honesty and a depth of emotion, it felt as though I were standing beside Jong as she ‘traced her past by visiting the places that had scared her as a child.’
Worldly is a word used by Jehovah’s Witnesses to describe, “a non-worshiper, unbeliever, outsider, someone who is “bad association” that can lead a Christian astray from Jehovah.” While Jong explores a life without the Witnesses, the religion floats around her too, and I felt the grief at losing religion as significantly as the death of Jong’s mother. As humans, we are desperate to belong, our connection to others is essential to our survival in so many ways, and when that connection is intrinsically tied to church, its loss can hollow us out in incomprehensible ways. I still dream of clinging to the pew, hanging on every word the Monsignor spit out of his mouth on Sunday mornings, belonging to something larger than myself, that today, as an atheist reading Tamara Jong’s memoir, I want to return to that hard wooden pew and feel whole again.
Reading Jong’s memoir reminds me that we are all wandering around, seeking and searching as Jong’s therapist says, holding on to childhoods that cannot be traced with words, that cannot be screamed into a pillow (Jong’s thoughts), childhoods that can only be revealed in slow details, in a deliberate and methodical unravelling of the moments that define us, the losses we carry with us forever. Jong made a record, and while she writes it is as much for herself as it is for others, reading Worldly Girls was something I really needed right now, and I’m grateful.