Bright Precious Thing
Reflections on a Life Shaped by Feminism
(Sprache: Englisch)
From the New York Times bestselling author of Let s Take the Long Way Home comes a moving memoir about how the women s movement revolutionized and saved her life, from the 1960s to the Me Too era.
In a voice as candid as it is evocative, Gail...
In a voice as candid as it is evocative, Gail...
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From the New York Times bestselling author of Let s Take the Long Way Home comes a moving memoir about how the women s movement revolutionized and saved her life, from the 1960s to the Me Too era.In a voice as candid as it is evocative, Gail Caldwell traces a path from her west Texas girlhood through her emergence as a young daredevil, then as a feminist a journey that reflected seismic shifts in the culture itself. Caldwell s travels took her to California and Mexico and dark country roads, and the dangers she encountered were rivaled only by the personal demons she faced. Bright Precious Thing is the captivating story of a woman s odyssey, her search for adventure giving way to something more profound: the evolution of a writer and a woman, a struggle to embrace one s life as a precious thing.
Told against a contrasting backdrop of the present day, including the author s friendship with a young neighborhood girl, Bright Precious Thing unfolds with the same heart and narrative grace of Caldwell s Let s Take the Long Way Home, called a lovely gift to readers by The Washington Post. Bright Precious Thing is a book about finding, then protecting, what we cherish most.
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1Cambridge, 2015
My Samoyed is looking out the glass storm door to the street when I see her ears go back with pleasure. Tyler walks in and crouches down to nuzzle the dog, who outweighs her by about fifteen pounds, and then announces herself with the usual certainty, as though she s on a tight schedule and has been gone only a few minutes. We had early release, she tells me, so I was able to get here on time. Tyler is five, and lives two doors away, and passes my house on her way to the neighborhood park. She has the countenance of a small superhero. When she was three she became enamored with Tula, a fluffy white creature who shares her affection, and now we are an essential stop on the trail of Tyler s day. I make it a point to stock up on the dark chocolate wafers she likes. When she leaves town for a week on family vacation, my house feels as quiet as a cinder block. Then the door flies open one morning and I hear her shout: I m back!
Today we re lying on the back porch and planning what to do if we are marooned on a desert island what we will choose to take. We can each have three items. Tyler decides that she will take a rope, a boat (which is broken, or why would she be there?), and a knife. For food she will take two Popsicles, an ice cream bar, and Jell-O.
Ignoring the fact that she has doubled her allotment, I suggest that she toss in a roast chicken and some milk. She agrees, knowing the milk, as she tells me, will make her strong until her mother arrives. Her rope will be blue, will be 250,000-plus-infinity miles long. That way, if her mother is late, the rope can be thrown wide, and reach land on the other side of the ocean.
I marvel that she has any idea what infinity is, though this is a mutual learning society: She reminds me of the innocence of forward motion, and I try to give her a palette for all that hope. I tell her a story about a surfer girl, lost at sea, who was hungry and alone. Then she remembered her mother
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s teaching her the constellations as a means of navigation. If she held up her fingers to the sky, she could use the celestial map to fix her position in space, and chart her way back to land.
Everything you need to know is in the sky, I tell Tyler, and we look up through our fingers, content in that zone of serenity that children can elicit. I don t tell her that I learned the story about the surfer girl from Hawaii Five-0, or that the girl s mother was long dead, and that the girl was actually a woman cop who was hallucinating and dehydrated and nearly died at sea. Tyler will get to tragedy soon enough. For now the lost girls can have all the ice cream they want, and mothers who are on their way, and their journeys only have to be as far as a couple of houses down.
Around the time Tyler first appeared at my door, I was starting a book about growing up female in Texas, and about the profound influence that feminism the women s movement of the 1970s had on my life. I came of age in the Panhandle, a stronghold of Protestant churches and Republican politics where the sky goes on forever. I left for college in 1968: The year that Martin Luther King, Jr., and Bobby Kennedy were shot and Nixon was elected. The year of My Lai and the Tet Offensive. Student protestors at Columbia shut the place down; women stormed the stage at the Miss America pageant. It was one of the most tumultuous and exalted times in modern history, and I was seventeen and felt like I d been shot out of a cannon. Within a few years I went from being a bookish girl with a head for numbers to an anti-war protestor and young feminist with a wet bandanna in my back pocket, to shield my face from tear gas.
That s some expedition for a kid who spent her days reading at the town library and playing jacks with her sister. And it s
Everything you need to know is in the sky, I tell Tyler, and we look up through our fingers, content in that zone of serenity that children can elicit. I don t tell her that I learned the story about the surfer girl from Hawaii Five-0, or that the girl s mother was long dead, and that the girl was actually a woman cop who was hallucinating and dehydrated and nearly died at sea. Tyler will get to tragedy soon enough. For now the lost girls can have all the ice cream they want, and mothers who are on their way, and their journeys only have to be as far as a couple of houses down.
Around the time Tyler first appeared at my door, I was starting a book about growing up female in Texas, and about the profound influence that feminism the women s movement of the 1970s had on my life. I came of age in the Panhandle, a stronghold of Protestant churches and Republican politics where the sky goes on forever. I left for college in 1968: The year that Martin Luther King, Jr., and Bobby Kennedy were shot and Nixon was elected. The year of My Lai and the Tet Offensive. Student protestors at Columbia shut the place down; women stormed the stage at the Miss America pageant. It was one of the most tumultuous and exalted times in modern history, and I was seventeen and felt like I d been shot out of a cannon. Within a few years I went from being a bookish girl with a head for numbers to an anti-war protestor and young feminist with a wet bandanna in my back pocket, to shield my face from tear gas.
That s some expedition for a kid who spent her days reading at the town library and playing jacks with her sister. And it s
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Autoren-Porträt von Gail Caldwell
Gail Caldwell is the former chief book critic for The Boston Globe, where she was a staff writer for more than twenty years. In 2001, she was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Distinguished Criticism. She is the author of three previous memoirs and lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Gail Caldwell
- 2021, 208 Seiten, Maße: 13 x 20,3 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Random House Trade Paperbacks
- ISBN-10: 0525510079
- ISBN-13: 9780525510079
- Erscheinungsdatum: 17.07.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Reading Caldwell is like sitting down over tea and cookies with a close friend, only to realize several hours later that together you've devoured the whole plateful and dinnertime has come and gone. NPRCaldwell is a charming and affable writer, proud yet self-deprecating, thoughtful and witty. Her story, while often painful, is never didactic, preachy or judgmental. . . . God willing, she will write to us again. Star Tribune
Deeply affecting. Goop
She s just a great memoirist and storyteller. The Boston Globe
Caldwell s writing, as always, is lush and lyrical, her honesty both captivating and refreshing, qualities that shine anew with a fierce and vibrant luminescence. Booklist (starred review)
A glistening reflection on how the women s movement profoundly influenced the Pulitzer Prize winner s life . . . Caldwell s fourth memoir sings. It s a song for the ages, but it sounds especially resonant in the #MeToo era. Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
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