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LADYBUG

An emotional remembrance told in controlled but expressive language.

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A poetic memoir that explores childhood abuse and mental illness.

Inglewood, California, in 1988 was “bright and loud,” according to Chaney, “spilling brown colored kids out on the sidewalk, like butterflies or trash, their mothers screaming at them from the front door.” As a kindergartner, she mostly wanted to look at bugs in the yard and follow her older sister around; she didn’t really like going to school, where she sometimes embarrassingly wet her pants, although she did like the school library and its shelves upon shelves of books, which stirred her imagination. She also enjoyed spending time with her single mother—a rarity, as Chaney and her older sister were often left to their own devices while their mom worked as a law-firm secretary. But she didn’t like it when her mother acted strangely, telling Chaney that she’d been hearing voices and asking her daughter if she heard them, too; the author said she did even though she didn’t. Her mom would bring boyfriends home at night while Chaney and her sister were supposed to be sleeping, and the author would hear sounds through the walls: “Lots of high and low loud voices that rise and fall towards crashes of laughter. Or sounds that aren’t words, / Umm/ Hum, / Yeah, / Whoooo, / like the sounds of strings and drums tapping out a rhythm I can almost understand.” After one of these boyfriends sexually abused the author, her world turned into one of terrible hardship—one in which she was forced to learn how to keep herself afloat in a sea of chaos.

Chaney tells her story in a highly lyrical prose style that pays close attention to sound and rhythm and highlights a deep, embodied interiority. Here, for example, she describes to her absent mother a time when she and her sister fashioned their own waterslide out of trash bags and water from a garden hose: “You aren’t home so it doesn’t matter what we get wet in, but I see [my sister] frowning looking at the bags and the water running….Her head nods left and then nods right. She bites her lip. Niki, you go first.” The writing is consistently vivid and affecting throughout, replicating the wide-eyed but perceptive point of view of a child who’s desperately attuned to her mother’s moods. The author’s use of unconventional formatting is particularly engaging: For several chapters, Chaney recounts her memories as though speaking to her mother, rendering the text as standard columns, interrupted by occasional italicized asides of dialogue; then, two-thirds of the way through, the perspective switches to that of her parent, whose responses are rendered as slanted lines that effectively mimic the instability of her emotional state. Finally, Chaney speaks again, this time to herself, with the text taking an ovular form of insect wings. Although the work is often a difficult read, the journey it describes is as cathartic as it is discomfiting, and it ends up in a place of unexpected beauty.

An emotional remembrance told in controlled but expressive language.

Pub Date: April 1, 2022

ISBN: 978-1-955969-03-1

Page Count: 200

Publisher: Inlandia Institute

Review Posted Online: March 16, 2022

Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2022

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THE YEAR OF MAGICAL THINKING

A potent depiction of grief, but also a book lacking the originality and acerbic prose that distinguished Didion’s earlier...

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A moving record of Didion’s effort to survive the death of her husband and the near-fatal illness of her only daughter.

In late December 2003, Didion (Where I Was From, 2003, etc.) saw her daughter, Quintana Roo Dunne, hospitalized with a severe case of pneumonia, the lingering effects of which would threaten the young woman’s life for several months to come. As her daughter struggled in a New York ICU, Didion’s husband, John Gregory Dunne, suffered a massive heart attack and died on the night of December 30, 2003. For 40 years, Didion and Dunne shared their lives and work in a marriage of remarkable intimacy and endurance. In the wake of Dunne’s death, Didion found herself unable to accept her loss. By “magical thinking,” Didion refers to the ruses of self-deception through which the bereaved seek to shield themselves from grief—being unwilling, for example, to donate a dead husband’s clothes because of the tacit awareness that it would mean acknowledging his final departure. As a poignant and ultimately doomed effort to deny reality through fiction, that magical thinking has much in common with the delusions Didion has chronicled in her several previous collections of essays. But perhaps because it is a work of such intense personal emotion, this memoir lacks the mordant bite of her earlier work. In the classics Slouching Toward Bethlehem (1968) and The White Album (1979), Didion linked her personal anxieties to her withering dissection of a misguided culture prey to its own self-gratifying fantasies. This latest work concentrates almost entirely on the author’s personal suffering and confusion—even her husband and daughter make but fleeting appearances—without connecting them to the larger public delusions that have been her special terrain.

A potent depiction of grief, but also a book lacking the originality and acerbic prose that distinguished Didion’s earlier writing.

Pub Date: Oct. 19, 2005

ISBN: 1-4000-4314-X

Page Count: 192

Publisher: Knopf

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2005

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WHY WE SWIM

An absorbing, wide-ranging story of humans’ relationship with the water.

A study of swimming as sport, survival method, basis for community, and route to physical and mental well-being.

For Bay Area writer Tsui (American Chinatown: A People's History of Five Neighborhoods, 2009), swimming is in her blood. As she recounts, her parents met in a Hong Kong swimming pool, and she often visited the beach as a child and competed on a swim team in high school. Midway through the engaging narrative, the author explains how she rejoined the team at age 40, just as her 6-year-old was signing up for the first time. Chronicling her interviews with scientists and swimmers alike, Tsui notes the many health benefits of swimming, some of which are mental. Swimmers often achieve the “flow” state and get their best ideas while in the water. Her travels took her from the California coast, where she dove for abalone and swam from Alcatraz back to San Francisco, to Tokyo, where she heard about the “samurai swimming” martial arts tradition. In Iceland, she met Guðlaugur Friðþórsson, a local celebrity who, in 1984, survived six hours in a winter sea after his fishing vessel capsized, earning him the nickname “the human seal.” Although humans are generally adapted to life on land, the author discovered that some have extra advantages in the water. The Bajau people of Indonesia, for instance, can do 10-minute free dives while hunting because their spleens are 50% larger than average. For most, though, it’s simply a matter of practice. Tsui discussed swimming with Dara Torres, who became the oldest Olympic swimmer at age 41, and swam with Kim Chambers, one of the few people to complete the daunting Oceans Seven marathon swim challenge. Drawing on personal experience, history, biology, and social science, the author conveys the appeal of “an unflinching giving-over to an element” and makes a convincing case for broader access to swimming education (372,000 people still drown annually).

An absorbing, wide-ranging story of humans’ relationship with the water.

Pub Date: April 14, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-61620-786-1

Page Count: 288

Publisher: Algonquin

Review Posted Online: Jan. 4, 2020

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2020

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