If I were asked to come up with a single word to describe V, formerly known as Eve Ensler, I would struggle to do so.
"V is a Tony and Obie award-winning, New York Times best-selling playwright, author, and activist with plays and books published in over 48 languages and performed in over 140 countries. The founder of V-Day, the global grassroots movement to end violence against all women and girls (cisgender, transgender, those who hold fluid identities, and nonbinary people), and the planet, she is also the founder of One Billion Rising, the biggest mass action campaign to end violence against all women and girls in over 200 countries, and the co-founder of City of Joy, a revolutionary leadership center for Congolese women survivors of violence in Bukavu, DRC," as described by her own press materials and on her own website.
These are, indeed, tangible expressions of the life of V and they are remarkable, world-changing achievements.
Yet, as remarkable as these things are they still seem to fall short of describing V.
Unflinching? No question. Brave? Absolutely. Intimate? Fiercely true.
There's more.
As I was reading "Reckoning" and feeling beyond privileged to be one of the earliest ones to do so, the word that kept coming back to me time and time again is "love."
I'm not talking about the Hallmark version of love or some greeting card expression. I'm not talking about the romanticized and sentimental version of love we're often sold in the media.
Nope. The love that comes alive in the remarkable "Reckoning" is both internal and external. It's the kind of love you fight for relentlessly and you spend an entire lifetime figuring out what it all means.
There's no logical reason that V has become this love. There's no logical reason that she has survived years of childhood abuse and self-hatred and become this relentless force for change who has seemingly demanded a better world then invested every fiber of her being into creating it.
It's not logical. And yet it is.
After her masterful book, now play, "The Apology," V permanently banished the name Eve Ensler into the archives of her life experiences. Abandoning that paternal identity assigned to her by a father whose violent abuse could have easily become her identity, V instead reclaimed herself and it's that reckoning of sorts that comes powerfully to live in "Reckoning."
For years, I wondered if I belonged in the V universe. As a longtime writer, playwright, activist, and more, V has long emphasized ending violence against women and girls (cisgender, transgender, nonbinary, and those who hold fluid identities). I exist in this world and have long identified with it, partly out of my own trauma history as a survivor of childhood sexual violence and disability and partly out of my own activism which is much smaller scale yet no less vital.
V's words and actions and creativity have long fueled me and inspired me and informed me and challenged me. The same is true with "Reckoning," a magnificent collection of prose, poetry, dreams, letters, and essays drawn from V's lifetime journals that takes readers from Berlin to Oklahoma to Congo, from climate disaster, homelessness, and activism to family.
I loved every page of "Reckoning," not because it was necessarily joyful but because it was filled life and love, passion and commitment. There's dark humor to be found here and almost jarring intimacy. As is always true of V's writings, this is a book I will refer to time and time again.
V beautifully balances the writing in "Reckoning," always acknowledging the influences of her past yet clinging to the light that occasionally dims but she refuses to let be extinguished.
I'm still not truly sure that a single world can possibly describe the wonder that is V, but I am absolutely certain that within her very roots the seeds of love have come to define this woman who authentically lives into a life of breaking her own abusive cycles and empowering and educating others toward doing the same.
All I can say is "Reckoning" is a remarkable achievement.