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”Let us be lovers,
We’ll marry our fortunes together.
I’ve got some real estate
Here in my bag.”
”So we bought a pack of cigarettes,
And Mrs. Wagner pies
And walked off
To look for America.”
“America” by Simon & Garfunkel, words by Paul Simon
I began the year reading Joyce Maynard’s “Under the Influence” and years before that, I read “Labor Day,” which later became a movie. I have not read her 1998 memoir “At Home in the World” – yet. There’s vulnerability apparent in her writing, underneath the self-protecting armor she’s wrapped around herself.
She’d been divorced for twenty-five years, children more or less grown. And then, one day Jim walks into her life, and after a period of time he manages to convince he’s really “the one.” It wasn’t an easy task.
”On the Fourth of July weekend three years ago, at the age of fifty-nine, I married the first true partner I had ever known. “
This memoir is the story of their love, of this man who cherished her, who taught her so much about herself, her capacity to love, her willingness to give of herself, but also her determination to keep a portion of herself to herself. Some might see this as a fight to retain her own identity, but I felt it was more of an acclimation, a gradual allowing herself to fall into believing in this new land of Love.
”Not long after our one-year anniversary, my husband was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.”
This is lovely, but heartbreaking. Sad, but life affirming, and love affirming, as well. During the time they were pursuing various medical avenues for treatment, their love was tested, and strengthened. There were moments they each undoubtedly had when throwing in the towel might have tempted either one, but when she was weak, he was strong. And then, as time passed, more and more often it was her turn to be the strong one.
This is an incredibly poignant memoir, with many shared moments of the times they spent driving around in various cars, listening to music, meeting new people – a parking valet who would remember them years later after a simple, if generous gift they bestowed upon him. People they never met in person, but befriended who were in similar circumstances, wives needing to share their sorrows watching the man they love deteriorate, trying to do all, be all for everyone.
This isn’t a fun story, although there are sweet, fun, funny moments mentioned in their years spent together, moments of great joy, but there are also moments of despair, frustration, anger at the world, or no one in particular at the unfairness of it all. Life. The thing that makes this hard to read, and also makes this so beautiful, is Joyce Maynard’s willingness to bare her soul to show others that they are not alone. To know that someone else out there has been through this feeling, and is willing to put it out there for the world to read, to judge, and as much as some of those judgmental words have hurt her in the past, she’s doing it again. Just so someone else won’t have to feel so alone, so someone else will feel known and understood. Isn’t that what we all want, when it comes down to it?
”So I looked at the scenery,
She read her magazine;
And the moon rose over an open field.
‘Kathy, I’m lost,’ I said,
Though I knew she was sleeping,
‘I’m empty and aching and
I don’t know why.’”
“America” by Simon & Garfunkel, words by Paul Simon
Recommended
Pub Date: 05 Sep 2017
Many thanks for the ARC provided to Bloomsbury