Mary Karr’s courageous, enthralling memoir Lit chronicles in unsparing detail her struggle to accept her addiction to alcohol and her truly inspiring resurrection. But like her other best-selling memoir, The Liar’s Club, Karr expertly avoids treading into maudlin, movie-of-the-week territory. That’s because of her keen eye for detail, sharp wit, and expertly-written sentences - all of which sparkle like diamonds in Karr’s no-nonsense performance of her own carefully-chosen words.
Hearing an author read her work always adds a special thrill to the book, especially in this case. Karr is not just writing about a crucial time in her life, a time when she found her voice as a writer, got married, started a family, and everything seemed to be going her way…until her life unraveled. In Lit, Karr confides her inner-most thoughts and fears about actions and events most people would probably never confess to their parish priest. That might explain why her voice sometimes sounds annoyed or irritated. It’s like she can’t believe she actually did the things she did, looking back now as someone sober and stable.
Credit Karr for also dispelling the myth perpetuated by many mainstream movies (sorry, Crazy Heart) that most addicts magically achieve sobriety and never look back. Karr recounts with rigorous honesty one relapse after another and her serious suicidal thoughts after being sober for months and winning a prestigious literary prize. It sounds illogical, but, as Karr explains, “If you live in the dark a long time and the sun comes out, you do not cross into it whistling.” Reading lines like this, Karr reveals a sweet, tender side, often concealed beneath her brassy, Texas twang.
But no matter the tone, Karr’s pitch-perfect choice of words and her sharpshooter’s eye for detail will dazzle anyone who appreciates the fine art of outstanding writing. Karr’s sure-handed voice both literally and figuratively enables Lit to transcend the factual boundaries of confessional memoirs and enter the pantheon of first-class literature. Thank you, Mary Karr, for having the courage and the craft to share with us your truly inspiring story, one spectacular sentence at a time. Ken Ross
Lit follows Mary Karr's descent into the inferno of alcoholism and madness - and her astonishing resurrection. Karr's longing for a solid family seems secure when her marriage to a handsome, Shakespeare-quoting poet produces a son they adore. But she can't outrun her apocalyptic past. She drinks herself into the same numbness that nearly devoured her charismatic but troubled mother, reaching the brink of suicide. A hair-raising stint in "The Mental Marriott" awakens her to the possibility of joy, and leads her to an unlikely faith.
Lit is about getting drunk and getting sober; becoming a mother by letting go of a mother; learning to write by learning to live. It is a truly electrifying story of how to grow up - as only Mary Karr can tell it.
©2009 Mary Karr; (P)2010 HarperCollins Publishers
"Astonishing....One of the most dazzling and moving memoirs to come along in years." (Michiko Kakutani, New York Times)
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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.
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