First, the book: I found the way it was edited to be disruptive, and I wish that Krugerud had left the letters uninterrupted, and instead offered more substantial narratives providing context to the letters, regarding the world and the experiences of others in these sanitariums. I would have also liked greater insight into the family, and who Marilyn became as an adult - for reasons that will become clear.
I picked this book up at the Nicollet County Historical Society (treaty site) specifically because my grandma spent about a decade living in another Minnesota “preventatorium,” suffering from TB. I wanted some insight prior to talking to her about it.
However, this book offered little in that regard, and the letters honestly angered me. This “child” is vapid, the constant slang would drive me crazy, and despite her “cheerful” attitude, it’s quite obvious she is spoiled and lacks empathy, self-awareness, and despite her circumstances, any real understanding of the world she exists in. My jaw literally dropped when she said she wished a woman would die already, so she wouldn’t have to listen to her suffering. The constant requests for goods, treats, and money is astounding in the context of the economy at the time - which she acknowledges flippantly, repeatedly. This was coupled with extreme fickleness regarding everyone around her, and quick criticism - always offered in the typical “Minnesota nice” fashion I have grown to detest. I had hoped for more about her life after that time, and to know that she grew out of it as she got to actually grow up. I can forgive a teenager being a teenager. Of course, this was not offered.
I do greatly admire her ability to make friends, and that she seemed to lack any true prejudice that was still so common at the time, only displaying the most tame of socially typical language/thought regarding people of different ethnicities/religions. That was really refreshing, and I loved her stories about spending time with her new friends. What I think bothered me the most was the lack of curiosity or consideration regarding class, and the circumstances of the people around her. It truly, truly seemed that her world revolved around herself - even in instances where she displayed *some* empathy, she managed to make it primarily about herself. It was very strange to me. I can’t help but think it’s easier to keep a positive attitude when you’re showered with gifts, attention, money, letters, and visitors - and there was no suggestion that she could comprehend, in any meaningful way, how others might feel, or suffer more profoundly, when those things were lacking.
Overall, it was really disappointing.