Wow - as a huge Fresh Air fan, I was curious to read Empty after Susan Burton appeared as a radio guest with host Terry Gross.
Quite simply, Empty was beautiful. Burton has a profound ability to analyze seemingly minute life experiences and turn them into worldly reflections about the human experience and addiction.
I thought one of the most fascinating aspects of Empty was Burton's relationship with her mother; Burton struggled with binge eating while her mom struggled with alcoholism. At night, when their addictions would typically manifest, Burton's mother would first enter the kitchen, drink heavily, and then stumble into her bedroom. Afterward, Burton would replace her mother in the kitchen, finding refugee in her form of struggle: compulsive eating. Both Burton and her mother stayed silent about their respective addictions, but the symbolism of daughter following mother is profound.
I also thought Burton's reflection on Seventeen Magazine (and other forms of teenage-directed content) was fascinating. In Empty, she argued that these magazines did not directly set a precedent for how women were supposed to look; they set an image for how women were supposed to act: bubbly, airy, open, and fun.
While reading Empty, I could not help but see the similarities between the book and Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel. Both books are written by extremely intelligent female authors that struggle to live full lives. Wurtzel and Burton were both praised at a young age for their writing aptitude: Wurtzel's college recommender suggested that she would go on to write for The New Yorker; Burton's teachers often pulled her aside after class and commented on the beauty of her writing. Both women went on to attend prestigious Universities; however, they both struggle in obtaining their diplomas due to crippling mental health issues, deteriorating friendships, anger, and secrecy. Finally, after pushing through tenuous circumstances, both women write brutally honest memoirs, paving the way for a generation of women to say unabashedly: "this happened to me too."
One of my favorite quotes from the entire book was the following, found on page 252, "I felt like I'd been in a coma, not to the culture but to myself. I'd disrupted the process of becoming." When I read this line, I read it again, and again, and again. I thought the parallel between comas, the absence of brain cognition, and Burton's internal struggle, the absence of normality, created a fascinating metaphor.
I read this book in two days straight. I felt immersed in a world I never knew about - the world of hidden eating. I felt like I was reading parts of Burton's secret self, a part I wasn't supposed to know. A part that she hid for so long. I felt deeply entrenched in her thoughts, and I became absorbed in her unfamiliar narrative.
Burton's writing makes readers feel intelligent. She perfectly meshes short, punchy sentences with long, willowy ones. Her words are so effortless, but her experience raw and turbulent.