Elizabeth strout my name is lucy barton
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It&#;s rare now for me to re-read a book, especially a contemporary novel. Whereas I can read certain &#;classics&#; multiple times (six in the case of Middlemarch, five for Pride and Prejudice) I&#;d be hard pressed to think of many novels written in the last twenty years or so that I&#;d keep turning to again and again.
There are some notable gems (The Handmaid&#;s Tale for example or Hilary Mantel&#;s Cromwell series), but generally contemporary novels don&#;t have the depth I feel I need to sustain even a second re-read. So my re-read of My Name is Lucy Barton by Elizabeth Strout is an unusual event.
I first read this book in (my review is here) and though I enjoyed Strout&#;s exploration of a mother/daughter relationship, I probably wouldn&#;t have thought of reading it again. But then, earlier this year I fell in love with her earlier novel Olive Kitteridgeand became hungry to read more of her work. I knew that there are connections between several of her novels, with recurring themes and characters who appear and re-appear from one title to another. So I thought that in order to get the most out of the experience I should read them in order of publication, beginning by refreshing my memory of Lucy Barton .
The Lucy Barton who tells the story is a
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My Name is Lucy Barton – Elizabeth Strout
[I decided to read this novel in two halves. When I wrote about the first half, I didn’t know what was coming in the second.]
17 November
First half
‘My Name is Lucy Barton,’ says – nobody in this short novel. It’s far too assertive. We don’t know for certain that it’s Lucy who is actually narrating until her mother calls her by her name, once, when she arrives to see her after a gap of something like ten years. From then on she always uses a nickname, Wizzle. We never get to know her mother’s name, or her father’s, but most other people’s we do. Her siblings, her husband, her own children… they all have names, as do the girls the family used to know who have life-stories that Lucy’s mother likes to tell. Or re-tell. But the doctor Lucy likes, the teacher who was kind to her, the artist lover at university who wasn’t – none of these get names. The only person important enough for that honour is an author Lucy meets, and who gives her the idea of becoming a real writer. What is it about names in this book? And I’m still wondering about the untypical sense of pride we can hear in that title.
The half-way point seems like a good place to pause. We know that this book is not the first thing written by the narrator, and it’s bec
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There was a time, cope with it was many period ago having an important effect, when I had problem stay misrepresent hospital provision almost ninespot weeks.
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