I just finished Louise Erdrich's The Blue Jay's Dance: A Birth Year, a non-fiction poetic memoir about the first year of motherhood. I loved it! It's very realistic, explaining both the good and the bad, is set in New England is very interwoven with nature, and is written beautifully, stylistically reminiscent of Virginia Woolf's stream-of-consciousness. I could go on, but let me instead quote from a review that I believe captures it perfectly:
Mothers often cling to single moments, small gestures, and specific memories in order to grasp all that happens in the first blurry year of a baby's life. In The Blue Jay's Dance, writer Louise Erdrich has assembled a photo album of snapshots such as these: the days and images that collectively define the passion, ambivalence, yearnings, and satisfactions of carrying, birthing, and nurturing a baby. "Any sublime effort has its dark moments," says Erdrich, referring to a rather bleak snapshot of mother isolation. "Perhaps, if anything, the meaning in this book for others may be this: Here is a job in which it is not unusual to be, at the same instant, wildly joyous and profoundly stressed." The Blue Jay's Dance is a fresh and masterful book that avoids all the sticky clichés while still managing to articulate the depths of mother-baby love.
So if the subject sounds interesting to you, go read it! You won't be sorry.
Monday, February 2, 2009
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