Anne Leigh Parrish and her Stunning Exploration of Three Women
Reviewed by Mary E. Latela @LatelaMary
Anne Leigh Parrish is the brilliant story-teller who brings the reader into the depths of deep emotion, particularly regret and bitterness. Women Within is her latest book, a gem woven together on many levels, and nicely connected by a mysterious tapestry sewn by at least four distinctive hands, some stitches even and tight, others ragged and mismatched. Constance, Meredith, and Sam live or work at the Lindell Home and their lives intertwine in ways too intense to describe in simple sentences. Constance is proud of her independence, and seems to have forgotten that women’s power was obtained slowly, deeply, and painfully. Readers over fifty may remember that you could not obtain a credit card unless your husband lent you his surname.
In academia, a woman could push too hard, only to be pulled back by an advisor who prevented her from fulfilling her dream of excavating her master’s work the fifteenth century queen, who promised to offer bright parallels to the struggles of women through the past several centuries. Constance studied in Providence, then Boston, but when her doctoral advisor put limitations on the study, she readily obeyed and spent those precious years trying to please a man who was constrained by lack of discipline and resentment toward his female colleagues.
Eunice is a caregiver in personality, but in her profession there are few steps to excellence. She enjoys working with women patients, but she gives so much you wonder when burnout will pull her apart. The youngest, Meredith, is big, bold, and flashy. She confronts Constance – why have you never referred to our common history as the abandoned daughter of a mentally ill mother, visiting days in an institution, parceled out to “good people,” afraid to go out into the world. And yet, together they expect a better tomorrow.
Anne’s book sharply awakened in me the realization that what made it so hard to live as a feminist is that we did not talk to one another. We did not honor our stories, and learn from them.