Uncomfortable and fascinating. In the best way. I am a white European girl, raised as Roman Catholic, who has university degree in law and owns apartment with her boyfriend (yeah that much of under-privilege happening around me). This book is written by gay dude from poor Mormon background somewhere deep down in the far west, whose mother survived polio, lack of money and domestic abuse and still managed to raise three cool kids. Basically a lady, who just defied gravity for her whole life. I am not that pretentious to say, I can relate to any of the challenges the author, or his family for that matter, faced.
This is a story from totally new universe. It is a different kind of memoir because the author has a movie script in his head, so it is a bit staged and sometimes a bit distant. Well, to his defense he won a freaking oscar for writing scripts, so it is not like he is bad in it. Like he keeps stuff for himself. But hey, I am the type of person to spill just about anything to anyone, so again, different universe.
The author is deeply political and involved in the struggle for higher purpose, which means some of the life ordinary stories are followed with reference to this BIG purposes and ideas, like motivation speech is literally lurking behind every corner. And this type of determination and world view is alien to me. But the general idea to try and listen to the opposition instead of building your respective forts and high horses, is marvelous.
I made self realization, that I never really had to internally struggle with views on my or someone else’s sexual orientation. I can’t remember ever thinking, there’s anything wrong with liking boys or girls. But it made me remember one night when we drank with friends and talked about gay adoption. I still remember feeling completely ashamed of the bullshit flying around . And these were my friends. But still, we talked for couple of hours and in the end they told me my arguments are good and I defend the issue well, but to rest my case for now and let them think.
Back to the book. Somewhere along the journey, I started deeply caring for the people. And it made me curious about several side issues. Like, what the fuck is wrong with America and healthcare. It is life or death, it’s not that difficult to put it as a priority and make it freaking accessible.
For the end I saved note, that there was inspiration to be drawn from the story of the Mama. I faced personal tragedy this year and the portrait of Rose, Anna, Anne, Roseanna ( I honestly got lost in the reinventions there) gave me new perspective. So, thank you, Lance, for sharing. It gave me hope.