Compelling. Interesting. Honest.
I loved how this story didn't just discuss Karr's alcohol addiction, but also how she made her way as a writer and author during this time. You didn't just get "Lit" in regards to being drunk, but also in regards to "literary." I found that aspect of her early life as a writer even more interesting than her addiction.
Having Mary Karr read her own story really gave me a sense of place and person. Mary's voice, with its slight southern accent, really added to the nuances of the words and narration. I feel as if I got so much more out of this listening to her read her memoir to me than to read it myself. It was so compelling, I'd find myself doing chores around the house just so I could keep listening to it in on my iPod!
If you like a good story by someone who isn't afraid to share it all, to show herself in an unflattering light, and appreciate the writer's life, you'll love this.
No, I don't think I'll try another book by Mary Karr. I mistakenly thought this was the memoir of an average Jane who overcame struggles with alcoholism, but she is a professional memoirist and a college prof to boot. If you take away all the literary fluff the book would be about 6 or 7 hours long. I actually wish I could personally call her and ask for my money back and tell her I think she is a big fake. Due to the fact that she is a professional I kept wondering if she was just hyping up her alcoholism and after about 3 minutes of her admittance into the mental hospital she is complaining about being there like some angsty kid.
Her narration was flat and unenethusastic, I thought it was whiny because she doesn't sound thankful at all for her success.
I was really looking forward to this book but the author should not be narrating. Her voice is monotone. Additionally, the story drags on and on.
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Compelling, starkly honest biography chronicling a slide down and ultimately successful struggle to right a life that once new only chaos and dysfunction. Mary Karr is brilliant in both her personal candor and reflective insight.
Not sure why all the rave reviews. This is yet another alcoholism-recovery-being depressed memoir. This book makes Eat, Pray, Love (aka Eat, Pray, Puke) seem self-effacing by comparison.
I like a variety of reading. Favorites: Prayer for Owen Meany Dragon Tattoos Candide by Voltaire, one of the great books! Hiiason
I've now read three of her books. I feel there is a disconnect between the life she describe in the beginning and where she is now. People and places and events are missing here. To me she has become quite tiresome in exposing, at great length and in greater detail, the failings of her life. I liked Liar's Club far more.
I really enjoyed this book. Mary is a good narrator and her story is worth listening to. It was sad at times, but a very good book.
I read "the Liar's club" so many years ago that I only remember that I liked the writing. Again, I can say that I enjoy Mary Karr's use of words and the way she describes her discovery of faith.
I think it was a good choice to have the author as narrator.
The author is so pleased with her book she reads it herself. The title refers to literature, and to the state of drug- induced highs – mostly alcoholic. This may by a new form of literature: the self-degrading confessional – although the genre was begun by Saint Augustine. I only got a quarter of the way through it before giving up. I am certainly no stranger to failure, having failed most of my life – but I don’t like to brag about it.
I should say, however, that it got favorable reviews – which perhaps says something about the state of their minds – as well as Karr’s.
This was one of the worst books J have read in the last years. I should have been smarter, how come a person who is not that old and has not been to the Moon can be in her THIRD autobiography? Anyways, the reviews were great, and I tried.
For starters, the book is horribly written. Mary is a self-absorbed person and she decided that she would be a poet. So she tried to write prose as poetry, and the result is catastrophic, a story with awful metaphors in practically every paragraph (I was bent and thin like a wire hanger). I mean, in EVERY paragraph. She uses these cheap tricks in order to avoid the hard work of properly defining a personality for the characters, of creating a good background for the history. In fact, there is no history. She is a cry baby who is in existential crisis all the time.
Neither does the author have any kind of self-understanding. It is obvious that she got most of what she had in life because she was pretty (look at her pictures). She was an ingenue who attracted guys with a certain witty and charming "lost" feeling. Ouch. When she has to deal with real life, with a relationship, she falls apart and drinks. It must be hard to be an old, wasted coquette. Mary is the kind of girl that, were she ugly, would be nothing.
The mystery for me is how books like this are successful. I guess people nowadays confuse good literature with witty descriptions of absolutely boring and prosaic activities. It is just the pinnacle of presumptions, a person describes her taking out the garbage and mixes some Proust's maxims and that's great art. I blame David Sedaris, Augusteen Burroughs and Chelsea Handler for practically destroying good American literature. Karr just jumped on the gold bandwagon.
The narration is awful (the writer narrates the book). She displays the enthusiasm and the emotion of a DMV clerk.