HOW TO BE LOVED A Memoir of Lifesaving Friendship By Eva Hagberg Fisher
“How to Be Loved” is a memoir for the digital age, written briskly, almost like Facebook posts, with a sort of cheery brutality. Because we meet Allison first, I initially misread the subtitle as “Memoir of a Lifesaving Friendship.” But it’s actually, and carefully, “A Memoir of Lifesaving Friendship.” Not just the one. The author chronicles friendship in its many forms — in comments on Instagram and Facebook, in drop-ins at the hospital, in the friends who arrange one-night stands for her when she’s desperate to have casual sex.
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There’s an arrogance to wellness, a misguided sense of invincibility that is challenged throughout “How to Be Loved.” Don’t be so smug. Procedures someone else might have kept private — it turns out that many of Hagberg Fisher’s friends have quietly undergone medical procedures and surgeries — she doesn’t. For Hagberg Fisher, there is value in reaching out to others, in showing one’s soft belly. It’s dark stuff, but it comes as a relief, too: We’re in this together.
240 pp. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. .
JOY ENOUGH By Sarah McColl
“I loved my mother, and she died,” McColl says. “Is that a story?”
“More tangible,” her friend replies. But McColl’s argument — that these small moments make up a life, that these small moments are life — is persuasive, and it is presented with humor and charm.
This is a book about an extraordinary figure who was a housewife, mother and divorcée. “Introduced at a cocktail party or turning to a fellow dinner guest, she could see the boredom in their eyes when she said she was a mother.” The word “mother” doesn’t entirely do her justice, and yet that’s what this memoir does: does her justice, in more than a summarizing word.
“Joy Enough” is divided into seasons: It begins with winter and ends with spring. “I’d like to be buried in a plain pine box like Johnny Olesen,” her mother announced. “With a honeysuckle planted on top.”
“‘I think honeysuckles are invasive,’ I said. ‘Good,’ she answered, cutting a bite of steak.”
176 pp. Liveright. .95.
THE ART OF LEAVING A Memoir in Essays By Ayelet Tsabari
After playing a board game with her, a male friend says: “You play aggressively, you constantly take risks, you don’t want to build houses. You leave yourself open all over the place, and when things get dicey, you run away.” Yet this story, it turns out, is incomplete. When she looks back on old journals, she realizes she has constructed it, given it a neat, satisfying ending, like a ribbon on a gift. “It turns out I had reshaped the story into one I could live with, omitted the parts that made me look like a jerk.” What had happened, actually, was that she had led this man on, that she had been cruel to him and that ultimately she had stopped writing him letters. It’s a striking reminder of how unreliable memory is, and how each of our narratives is exactly that — our own. It’s what we can live with.
“The Art of Leaving” is, in large part, about what is passed down to us, and how we react to whatever it is. To write a memoir is to build a narrative: Let the record show this is how it happened. Tsabari’s reveals how flawed and incomplete that narration can be. “The Art of Leaving” is not self-help — we cannot become whatever we put our mind to — yet it suggests that we can begin to heal from what has broken us, if we only let ourselves.
336 pp. Random House. .B:
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【得】【找】【机】【会】【给】【你】【个】【下】【马】【威】！ 【罗】【春】【华】【愤】【愤】【地】【想】。【我】【这】【么】【大】【个】【一】【神】【仙】，【绝】【不】【能】【一】【点】【排】【面】【都】【没】【有】！ 【但】【是】【咱】【这】【么】【高】【端】【有】【身】【份】【证】【的】【大】【人】【物】，【也】【不】【能】【直】【接】【呜】【嗷】【喊】【叫】【地】【恐】【吓】【人】，【得】【迂】【回】，【得】【委】【婉】，【得】【炫】【耀】【得】【低】【调】，【得】【装】【哔】【于】【无】【形】！ 【罗】【春】【华】【心】【绪】【翻】【滚】，【暗】【戳】【戳】【地】【想】【着】【怎】【么】【搞】【这】【个】【不】【开】【眼】【的】【家】【伙】。 【不】【过】【在】【罗】【春】【华】【想】【到】【主】【意】【之】【前】
“……” 【荣】【婳】【简】【直】【被】【男】【人】【的】【嘴】【给】【气】【死】。 【但】【是】，【这】【事】【她】【也】【没】【底】【气】【跟】【他】【硬】【杠】，【毕】【竟】，【她】【确】【实】【盯】【了】【他】【好】【久】…… 【正】【当】【荣】【婳】【骑】【虎】【难】【下】【的】【时】【候】，【封】【谨】【却】【忽】【然】【转】【了】【话】【题】，【道】，“【婳】【儿】，【出】【去】【散】【散】【心】【吧】。” “【什】【么】？” 【话】【题】【跳】【跃】【太】【快】，【荣】【婳】【一】【时】【没】【反】【应】【过】【来】。 【隔】【着】【桌】【子】，【封】【谨】【与】【女】【人】【对】【望】【着】，【然】【后】，【不】【疾】【不】【徐】【地】【说】，“【你】【已】【经】财神网站3374开奖记录【她】【由】【于】【长】【时】【间】【的】【心】【力】【交】【瘁】、【郁】【郁】【寡】【欢】，【以】【及】【产】【后】【几】【乎】【没】【有】【休】【息】【就】【让】【她】【接】【客】【等】【缘】【故】，【竟】【患】【上】【了】【严】【重】【的】【花】【柳】【病】，【身】【体】【日】【渐】【虚】【弱】【了】【下】【去】。 【这】【时】，【青】【楼】【的】【老】【板】【不】【仅】【不】【给】【她】【治】【病】，【还】【大】【骂】【她】【是】【赔】【钱】【货】，【还】【说】，【要】【死】，【滚】【到】【外】【面】【死】【去】，【别】【把】【病】【气】【过】【给】【我】【的】【客】【人】。【终】【于】，【在】【榨】【干】【了】【她】【最】【后】【一】【丝】【精】【血】【与】【价】【值】【之】【后】，【老】【板】【狠】【心】【地】【将】【她】【们】【母】