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321 pages, Paperback
First published April 15, 2014







"Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen." - D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover
AMPS is the book that Toews needed to write, and it's the book that all of her previous work was leading her to write.
AMPS deserves all the accolades* it's receiving, and so does Toews, but this is not her 'best' work - if by best you want to rank them in some kind of hierarchy of literary quality. Because:
AMPS is not a work of fiction.**
AMPS is also not the book I would recommend starting with for those new to Toews.***
Her green eyes are replicas of my father’s, spooky and beautiful and unprotected from the raw bloodiness of the world
What would this team do with her? she asked. What would Elf do with the team? Make lists? Set goals? Embrace life? Start a journal? Turn that frown upside down?
I hate you too, I said. It was the first time we had sort of articulated our major problem. She wanted to die and I wanted her to live and we were enemies who loved each other
My mother is not a hipster or a style maven. She's a short, fat seventy-six-year-old Mennonite prairie woman who has lived most of her life in one of the country's most conservative small towns, who has been tossed repeatedly through life's wringer, and who has rather suddenly moved to the trendy heart of the nation's largest city to begin, as they say, a new chapter in her life. ... She is the absolute embodiment of resilience and good sportsmanship.In the last chapter Yoli writes a letter to her sister Elf who is no longer living. She describes something her mother told her as follows:
She told me that the brain is built to forget things as we continue to live, that memories are meant to fade and disintegrate, that skin, so protective in the beginning because it has to be to protect our organs, sags eventually ... and sharp edges become blunt, that the pain of letting go of grief is just as painful or even more painful than the grief itself.The letter continues with some unbelievably surreal descriptions of family activities which I assume are examples of the author's creativity. I can understand why Miriam Toews writes fictional accounts of real life experiences. They allow her to use her creative writing skills to their fullest. They allow her stories to have more emotional impact than a memoir. I can see how this book could perhaps be cathartic for some readers, but it may be too much for others.
She wanted to die and I wanted to live and we were enemies who loved each other.