A Life of My Own by
Claire Tomalin
My rating:
3 of 5 stars
I think memoirs all interesting in their own way. Everyone has interesting stories, tragedies they've overcome, loss and regret in different shades. This may have been one of the most politically correct memoirs I've read. Tomalin refers to many people she went to school with, lived near, worked with--almost in lists as if she didn't want to leave anyone else, but that don't mean much to the common reader. She also has almost nothing mean to say about anyone, excusing her late husband's cheating and calling almost everyone else delightful. I am sure this comes with hindsight and age--it's great that she is able to find the good in everyone. But it also robs us of the fight she might have had to reach that point. She alludes to the difficulty of being a woman in a field full of men, but aside from acquiring a gay pin-up calendar, doesn't dwell on it too much. She does go a bit further in her grief when her daughter dies, but on the whole this memoir seems to be more of a skimming of her life. (She doesn't even go into much of her courtship and romance with her second husband). I wish we could go deeper into what motivated her to make her decisions. I hoped it might shed light on how she balanced work and motherhood, especially with a special needs son, but on the whole she leaves her children out --to respect their privacy, she says. Her discussion of her biographical works are the most interesting, and that is what she is most passionate about. It is still a worthy read, even if it doesn't fulfill all my curiosities.
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