Art can only ever hope to present a version of the truth. And what makes it so? Honest, warm and often profoundly upsetting, this is the parallel story of a girl and a boy separated by centuries. But here it is given eloquent expression. What this is also, however, is a campaigning book — and this may surprise those who have read that the crazy Myersons threw their son out on the street for smoking the odd spliff and having teenage tantrums. I felt that part could have been left out of the book entirely. I hope they are both well and good.
But if one may not write candidly about the experience of motherhood, then about what else may one not write? As an account of the painful tension between motherhood and writing, The Lost Child is devastating in its candour. The author was given some of Yelloly's watercolors and proceeded to research the extended family as well as uncover where Mary was buried in the nearby Woodton churchyard. A profoundly moving and affecting book! The parts about her son were very heart-wrenching and interesting. Interspersed is a story of her hardship and desperation with her teenage son who is a homeless drug addict. When I had read the synopsis it sounded very intersting, but I have to agree with Julie's son in the Afterword that I was not very interested in the Mary Yelloly part of the story. The author's obsession with her seems so distant and unrelated, even though she has tied them together in her mind.
The anger that resonates from him is felt very clearly to this reader. By this point the British writer Julie Myerson has had a lot of practice defending herself. She also paid him £1,000 for including some of his poems in the book. Full disclosure: This was an advanced reader's copy that I obtained through the First Reads program. I received this book as a Goodreads First Read winner, which always excites me! While researching her next book, Julie Myerson finds herself in a graveyard, looking for traces of a young woman who died nearly two centuries before.
Cheever explained over the phone. It's well worth reading, whether or not you have children, just to understand a little of what so many people go through. I will just love them. I did like the writing style, I found it easy to read. Which means that, in addition to the criteria by which one would ordinarily judge a piece of writing — is it good or bad? Two seemingly very different true-to-life stories woven together into one -- that's the gist of Myerson's The Lost Child.
I felt her honest descriptions and retelling of her story were true to how she must have been feeling. During the course of her endeavours she became overwhelmed by a toxic family situation brewing at home. Curious and compelling tidbits of history are sprinkled throughout the narrative, relieving what might otherwise be an oppressively gut-wrenching tale of maternal anguish. Around these events, Myerson explores wider themes of loss, motherhood and love. I'm 24 years old, newly married, and I can't imagine ever being able to live through losing my own child. I gave birth to my two youngest children at the John Radcliffe Maternity Hospital in Oxford.
At some point, someone needed to take out a Full disclosure: This was an advanced reader's copy that I obtained through the First Reads program. In some sense all family stories have a Rashomon quality. Interesting that all of these personal stories with drug addition are by writers. She has tried to write honestly about a nightmarish situation and a subject that never seems to get the attention it deserves' Observer 'Yelloly, however ephemeral, fulfils a function - she is a lost girl, one who cannot be revived, from a family ravaged by that Victorian scourge, consumption. She is trying to write a novel about Mary Yelloly, and at the same time trying to cope with the fact that her son is becomming a drug addict. It showed how much the aut This book reminds me a lot of Beautiful Boy.
I did not like her parenting style and didn't agree with most of what she did, especially the abortion. She has received a National Endowment for the Arts Award, two Wisconsin Arts Boards Awards, a Co-Ordinating Council of Literary Magazines Writers Award, and an Art Futures Award, among other honors. I was waiting for a good ending about the Yellolys and it just wasn't there. But I also hesitated to like it because of my stubborn distaste for unconventional grammar, and this book doesn't use a single quotation mark in any of its dialogue. Even the Lost Child himself is a stunning poet whose evocative lyrical pieces are strategically highlighted in the book. I really wasn't into it until about halfway through, and even then, it was a difficult read.
I felt her honest descriptions and retelling of her story were true to how she must have been feeling. As a child in Regency England, Mary Yelloly painted an exquisite album of watercolours that uniquely reflected the world she lived in. I skimmed the last 200 pages or so just so I can say that I've finished reading this. After a happy childhood, he had discovered drugs, and it had taken only a matter of months for the boy to completely lose his way and propel his family into daily chaos. This is a must-read to anyone who loves history or has a child involved in drugs. I took the double decker bus on Tuesdays to the Thames Market. While investigating the life of a Regency-era child artist, British novelist Myerson Out of Breath, 2008, etc.