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160 pages, ebook
Published April 29, 2019
Ghostwriter. Housewife. Mother. I’ve been trained to silence myself in countless ways.At the start of this Gordian knot of a novel, a woman named Jane Tamlin is writing a ‘counter-memoir’ from the deepest point of her silencing—inside the walls of a psychiatric hospital. As she twists the unreliable narrator trope back and forth like the dangling scab on a freshly healed wound, Christina Milletti slow-releases Jane’s history of fading identity through her own words, which we are never quite sure are actually her words. In circuitous prose, Jane describes her troubled childhood and young adulthood, the transformation of motherhood, the growing distance she feels from her husband, and the ‘accidents’ that eventually led to her incarceration.
We are nothing more than memory. So it’s the simplest, most complete annihilation to be forgotten by those we love—particularly when the amnesiacs are seedling reflections of yourself.Jane has a fraught history with words and writing. This ‘counter-memoir’ she is writing could be a correction to her husband’s memoir (through which she believes he continues to control her life) and/or to the series of memoirs she (unwillingly) ghostwrote at a young age for her brother, who subsequently became a Gen-X teenage writing phenomenon before overdosing on painkillers. Ultimately, though, the mysteriousness surrounding the events in the lives of Jane and her family begins to feel like a distraction intended to make an authorial point. It’s the sort of novel that one could read hoping to discover answers, and yet that might mean missing this point.