I'm giving this a 3-star "I liked it" although the book really only deserves a 2-star "it was okay" and that's mostly because the book inspired The Trouble with Angels movie, one of my favorite movies of all time. This slight memoir contains most of the seeds of the movie's plot but little of its heart, depth, and conviction. That's mostly because real life reflects what happens while storytelling offers what should happen, enabling filmmakers and authors to craft a coherent narrative. I'm not sure if it was Ida Lupino or Blanche Hanalis who should be credited with the movie's success but if ever if there was a fantastic woman's story, the movie was it.
Before I return to the book, let me explain my love for the movie. It's basically a typical '60's broad comedy about an immature girl and her friend who get shipped off to catholic school, kick up larks, and grow over time with a touch of sentiment. It's also one of the best crafted bildungsroman stories, where we get to see a selfish child become a young woman who accepts a role, a cause, and a calling greater than herself.
It's a narrative of cloistered life seen through glimpses by a resentful child who passionately does not want to be there and finds herself over time growing away from her misperceptions by the compassion and convictions of those around her. Mary Clancy journeys from a child who, when surrounded by the inescapable realities of aging and death, declares she wants to die young, beautiful, and rich, to finding herself drawn to the simple life of faith of midnight masses and the unbreakable bonds of love and friendship that grow in a culture set apart from men.
There are almost no men in the movie -- a couple of fathers, an uncle, a music teacher. All the friendship, love, friction, and role modeling take place purely on female terms. It's a breathtaking and unusual place for a movie to exist, far away from the female movies of today where no matter how dominant the female presence in the cast list, the shadow of men, their wants, their needs, and their story is felt throughout.
The book, in contrast, is sweet. It's a fine little memoir but there's no depth to it. I was surprised to learn that the book centers on Jane, the character who becomes Rachel in the movie, and not on Mary Clancy, although it makes sense. Writing about your autobiography is always going to be selfish in nature, where the eye lingers on what you've seen and what you've done. The entire arc of growth and journey is an artifact that could only be created by another author, adapting that experience.
The writing was fun and felt authentically of the time and period, with many wry anecdotes that weren't limited to Mary's journey. Many of the details simply did not translate to the story I expected but were welcome nonetheless in what the book presented.
On finishing, I found the book acceptable but wanting. This is contrary to my experience with so many other books where I feel a movie cannot deliver the richness and full experience of a book-based narrative. In this instance, that's reversed. A masterpiece of cinema (silly 60's comedy bits and all) arose from a book that's light as a feather and about as substantial.