Meredith Maran is charming, candid, sharp and observant. But her real genius is in turning a story of grief into a deeply moving story of resilience, humor, love and reinvention. As the story begins, she has lost her wife, her money and her best friend, and over the course of the book, she loses her father. As Maran struggles to understand why her marriage ended, she gives up her life as a freelance writer and political activist, moves out of her lovely Victorian home in Northern California, and goes to work at a women's clothing company in L.A., where she couch-surfs with friends. This beautiful, poignant book is also funny as hell. You don’t have to be gay, straight, married or divorced to like this memoir. You just have to revel in great writing. There are so many gorgeous sentences, and so many witty observations, it's hard to include them all but here is a sample:
"Since age fifteen, I’ve been burying my emptiness under the rock of marriage. That rock has rolled. There’s no one left to fill that space. My own efforts will have to do.”
“Or maybe my usual defenses, judgments and desperation have fallen through the cracks in my broken-open heart.”
“My father was a Madison Avenue ad man, Don Draper without the booze or the cigarettes or the style. His longing to be a real writer went underground in him and resurfaced in me. “
“I’m blessed and cursed with a journalist’s nosy nose.”
“Hello God? It’s me Meredith. Where’s my serenity? “
“Loss is a slow, slow walk. I’ve been sad about my dad for a long time. Now I miss him every day.”
“Biggest. Surprise. Ever. That cheery feminist crap is true. For the first time since childhood, I’m responsible to no one. I can be Helena’s girlfriend or break with her without upsetting my kids or my own living situation or my finances. I can make money or rest on whatever laurels I’ve got without depriving anyone of anything. I can binge-watch Girls till midnight or go to sleep at nine. The bad news and the good news is the same. I have nothing and no one to lose.”
“Even before I open my eyes, waking up on this birthday feels different. The solitary day I’ve planned is a long, quiet tunnel, one way in, one way out no interventions. No one around me knows, so no one will disappoint or rescue me. The day will be as pleasant or as unpleasant as I choose to make it.”
“I force my focus to the spicy snap of the pine needles shattering beneath my wheels.”
“Her eagerness to escape the emotions of the moment makes me smile.”