A nice grrrl, but not much of a riot.
A rock ’n’ roll girl embraces motherhood, pens self-indulgent memoir.
Journalist McDonnell (the Miami Herald, the Village Voice, Rolling Stone) recounts her evolution from countercultural “riot grrrl” to relatively conventional wife and mother in thoughtful, engaging prose—but so what? Essentially a rather uneventful memoir disguised as cultural commentary, the book feints and parries with an interesting theme—the politically progressive/artistic woman’s horror of motherhood—but it mostly concerns itself with making a case for McDonnell’s coolness. She has the credentials: A graduate of the ’80s hipster paradise Brown University, McDonnell went on to live in Greenwich Village, pursue a career as a music journalist, participate in feminist political actions, start an alternative ’zine and generally stick it to The Man. There are a few references to the knee-jerk anti-baby sentiment popular with her crowd, but McDonnell is more interested in detailing her romantic relationships, her supportive relationship with her gay brother, her professional ups and downs and her groovy political activism; the effect is that of an unusually well-written journal of a typical middle-class, city-dwelling hipster in the ’80s and ’90s: self-absorbed, clever and likely completely uninteresting to another living soul. Her grating tendency to paraphrase rock lyrics at random moments (on her appreciation of nature: “wild things, I think I love you) doesn’t help matters. When, fairly late in the proceedings, McDonnell gets to the motherhood material, her descriptions of life with her unlettered carpenter husband, his troubled teen daughters and their baby son have a degree of charm (and would serve as a dandy premise for a smart dramedy for the Lifetime network). What’s missing is a compelling analysis of her change in attitude toward maternity; culturally and politically, McDonnell seems much the same with children. There are changes in priorities and lifestyle post-kids—but doesn’t this happen to everyone?
A nice grrrl, but not much of a riot.Pub Date: Feb. 1, 2007
ISBN: 0-7382-1054-4
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Da Capo Lifelong
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 1, 2006
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Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children.
He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions.
Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006
ISBN: 0374500010
Page Count: 120
Publisher: Hill & Wang
Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006
A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular...
A neurosurgeon with a passion for literature tragically finds his perfect subject after his diagnosis of terminal lung cancer.
Writing isn’t brain surgery, but it’s rare when someone adept at the latter is also so accomplished at the former. Searching for meaning and purpose in his life, Kalanithi pursued a doctorate in literature and had felt certain that he wouldn’t enter the field of medicine, in which his father and other members of his family excelled. “But I couldn’t let go of the question,” he writes, after realizing that his goals “didn’t quite fit in an English department.” “Where did biology, morality, literature and philosophy intersect?” So he decided to set aside his doctoral dissertation and belatedly prepare for medical school, which “would allow me a chance to find answers that are not in books, to find a different sort of sublime, to forge relationships with the suffering, and to keep following the question of what makes human life meaningful, even in the face of death and decay.” The author’s empathy undoubtedly made him an exceptional doctor, and the precision of his prose—as well as the moral purpose underscoring it—suggests that he could have written a good book on any subject he chose. Part of what makes this book so essential is the fact that it was written under a death sentence following the diagnosis that upended his life, just as he was preparing to end his residency and attract offers at the top of his profession. Kalanithi learned he might have 10 years to live or perhaps five. Should he return to neurosurgery (he could and did), or should he write (he also did)? Should he and his wife have a baby? They did, eight months before he died, which was less than two years after the original diagnosis. “The fact of death is unsettling,” he understates. “Yet there is no other way to live.”
A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular clarity.Pub Date: Jan. 19, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-8129-8840-6
Page Count: 248
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: Sept. 29, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2015
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