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Book Review: Body Leaping Backward by Maureen Stanton

November 20, 2019 at 8:00 am by Claudia

Today I am reviewing Body Leaping Backward: Memoir of a Delinquent Girlhood  by Maureen Stanton for TLC Book Tours. Thank you to TLC Book Tours and Houghton Mifflin Harcourt for an advanced copy of the book. As always, I am provided with a copy of the book in exchange for my honest review.

About the book (from the publisher): For Maureen Stanton’s proper Catholic mother, the town’s maximum security prison was a way to keep her seven children in line (“If you don’t behave, I’ll put you in Walpole Prison!”).  But as the 1970s brought upheaval to America, and the lines between good and bad blurred, Stanton’s once-solid family lost its way. A promising young girl with a smart mouth, Stanton turns watchful as her parents separate and her now-single mother descends into shoplifting, then grand larceny, anything to keep a toehold in the middle class for her children. No longer scared by threats of Walpole Prison, Stanton too slips into delinquency—vandalism, breaking and entering—all while nearly erasing herself through addiction to angel dust, a homemade form of PCP that swept through her hometown in the wake of Nixon’s “total war” on drugs.

Body Leaping Backward is the haunting and beautifully drawn story of a self-destructive girlhood, of a town and a nation overwhelmed in a time of change, and of how life-altering a glimpse of a world bigger than the one we come from can be.

My review: This book is riveting. Stanton’s unsparing examination of her girlhood, of the community in which she grew up, and of the choices she made makes for a compelling read.

For Stanton, the impact of her parents’ divorce reverberated throughout her teenage years. Her mother, trying to take care of 7 kids, drifted into shoplifting. Into larceny. At some point, Stanton, dropped out – not of school – out of caring. She hung around fellow drug users. She drank. She took crazy risks. Once an athlete and a very bright student, she skipped class more often than not, and when she was in attendance, was apathetic. She was on a downward spiral, breathtaking in its speed.

I didn’t do drugs when I was a kid, so learning about their impact on the town of Walpole in the seventies was an education in itself. They were everywhere. PCP or angel dust was Stanton’s drug of choice and large numbers of young people were ‘dusting.’ PCP, a drug that ‘incapacitated thought and speech; your brain no longer functioned, and sometimes you couldn’t form basic words” ends up erasing Stanton’s sense of self. It’s a dissociative anesthetic. That she survived is a miracle. That she found a reason to stop using drugs, to change her life and move forward is another miracle.

One of the things I loved about this book was Stanton’s exploration not just of her downward spiral but of Walpole Prison and the effect it had on the town, her attention to the statistics as to incarceration and recidivism, as well as the drug culture of the 1970s.. Along the way, while telling her story, Stanton tells a bigger story; that of a town and a prison and a climate where drugs were allowed to proliferate, where so many people slipped through the cracks either to drugs or crime or both. She honestly speaks of her parents and her siblings and a family that struggled mightily but somehow managed to keep loving each other and still do.

The story Stanton shares is one of ultimate triumph, but the path to that triumph is harrowing. I applaud her willingness to look at her young life and her actions. Distance gives us a chance to see the bigger picture.

She seems to have compassion for that younger Maureen. She should.

The book is beautifully written. I recommend it highly.

About the author: Maureen Stanton is an award-winning nonfiction writer, and author of “Body Leaping Backward: Memoir of a Delinquent Girlhood,” a People Magazine “Best New Books” pick, and “Killer Stuff and Tons of Money,” winner of the 2012 Massachusetts Book Award in nonfiction. Her essays and memoirs have been published in many literary journals, including Creative Nonfiction, Fourth Genre, The Florida Review, New England Review, and River Teeth, among others. She has received the Iowa Review Prize, the American Literary Review Prize, Pushcart Prizes, a National Endowment for the Arts Fellowship, and Maine Arts Commission Individual Artist Fellowships. She has an M.F.A. from Ohio State University, and teaches at the University of Massachusetts Lowell.

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Good news! I can give away one copy of this book to one of you. (Confined to readers in the United States.) Leave a comment on this post – not in an email – and I will draw a winner on Saturday evening. Good luck!

Happy Wednesday.

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From Paris and London

November 19, 2019 at 9:28 am by Claudia

We received a faint coating of slushy snow last night.

It will be gone by late morning.

The cleaning frenzy continues. Yesterday it was the bathroom and half of the interior of the refrigerator. When I’m on a roll, I’m on a roll. Today, I’ll finish the refrigerator. I also have to finish reading a play that I’m doing a couple of days work on and write tomorrow’s post, which will be a book review.

Yesterday’s mail included two packages – one from Paris, and one from London. I must say, I was tickled by that!

I left my red beret behind in the lobby of the hotel in Paris. I bought the beret here, not in Paris, and it’s my favorite hat. That cheery red makes me smile. I realized when we were at the airport that I’d left it behind when checking out. I called the hotel and yes, it was there. Hoping they would consent to send it to me, I offered to pay for postage and provided my address.

They sent it gratis, those dears.

Note the description: beret oublié à Paris. Beret forgotten in Paris.

Don thinks that would be a good book title.

So happy to have it back again!

And from London:

The Winter edition of the Foxed Quarterly, Slightly Foxed. I have yet to read the Fall edition, so I’d better get going!

And last week I received another envelope from London, containing John Sandoe’s Christmas Book Catalog. It makes for excellent reading!

If only I could magically transport myself to London and hop on over to Chelsea for a long afternoon in John Sandoe Books.

Ah, well. This is the next best thing.

Don’s in the city this morning. I’m going into the city on Friday for a couple of hours of coaching. The rehearsal space is just down the street from the Port Authority bus station, so I will be in and out of the city rather easily.

Happy Tuesday.

Filed Under: books, bookshops, Paris 10 Comments

Cleaning and Sorting and Ousting

November 18, 2019 at 10:38 am by Claudia

We dodged a bullet last night. We were supposed to get a coating of ice, but as far as I can tell, we didn’t. When I heard the school bus arrive on time, I knew, without even looking outside, that it hadn’t happened. It’s been very cold here from the moment we came back from Paris, much earlier than usual. We usually don’t get this kind of warning in mid-November.

I reorganized and purged lots of the stuff in my dresser yesterday. I have to be in the right kind of mood for that sort of thing and I was. I pulled a chair up to the dresser and started pulling things out, making keep piles, making discard piles. It took me a couple of hours, but I’m very pleased with the results. Because we have so little storage space, an oddly shaped bedroom closet (which we share, by the way) and never enough storage for sweaters, jeans, etc., I think I just give up until I reach the point where I can’t stand it any longer. That happened yesterday.

I have a whole list of things I need to attend to.

It’s the eternal problem with a small house, especially a small house that was built in 1891. Not enough storage space. It feels like I’m always thinking about how to create storage here. It’s never-ending.

As they say, it is what it is.

Today is for grocery shopping, more work around the house, and, if I can find the time, more reading.

Happy Monday.

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