I heard about this book on "A Good Read". Harriet Gilbert recommended it, the two other people on her panel agreed that it was compelling, and that, despite the dreadful childhood Julia Blackburn had to endure, that it was neither self-absorbed nor unhappy reading. I got it out of the library and was immediately drawn into this memoir.
Julia, as is implied by the title, is one in a family of 3. She is the daughter of Thomas Blackburn, poet, alcoholic, drug addict, and Rosalie de Meric, artist, sex-addict, without appropriate boundaries, and selfish just like her husband. Poor child - she didn't cut a break from day 1.
Both parents had issues and should never had children, but together they were appalling. Rosalie needed love and tried to get it by being available to her husband at the expense, or so it seems, of her own wishes. Thomas seems to have been a monster. His horrific father scarred him and he escaped his own misery by taking huge amounts of barbiturates (often prescribed) and far too much alcohol. It's hard to see which parent ruined the marriage, but it does seem as though Thomas's drinking, affairs, drugs, and violence, made Rosalie into a highly anxious, desperate, insufferable pain. My money is on him as the main culprit for sparking the dysfunction within the family. Rosalie's way of coping with his neglect and cruelty was to offload the fear Thomas engendered onto Julia.
Possible Spoiler Alert here:
So, Julia is used to shield her mother from her father, as a sounding board, dumping ground for her mother as she recounted (to a very young child) her sexual needs, her orgasms, the amount of sex she had, the lovers and what they did to her, etc. When Daddy went nuts and tried to beat Mummy, Julia stepped in. When Mummy tried to pacify Daddy, Julia was somewhere nearby as they had sex. It is really as sick as you can get. It reminded me of Anne Sexton masturbating next to her 9 year old daughter, Linda.
Even after Mummy and Daddy divorce the lovers take precedence over the mother/daughter relationship. It's a complete wonder that Julia was never physically abused by these horrible men, although she was certainly groomed by them on a mental and emotional level. Mummy, on the other hand, never protected her, often left her home alone (this is a girl under the age of 13) and accused her of trying to take her men from her.
Finally Julia grows up and leaves home (with a smoking habit thanks to Mummy allowing it) and then ends up in a messy, awful situation which Mummy blames her for, often publicly. No one ever seems to notice that this poor child is being treated badly by her totally screwed up parents. One friend, a woman who helped look after Julia when her parents went out, blames her for it. I found this lack of compassion unbelievable.
Somehow Julia survives her parents and manages to understand them and herself enough to live a relatively normal life.
It's a bloody miracle.
They don't deserve such a humane daughter.
I thoroughly recommend the book because it's well written - very well written - fascinating, and so balanced. I know Julia had access to her parents writing, so some of the marvellous writing may be able to be attributed to the two of them, but she manages to rise above both parents on a psychological way. She's certainly a better writer than her father (the poetry has dated).
However, this is a difficult book because Julia is so relentlessly abused by her awful parents.
Gird your loins.