Girl Behind the Door/Stephanie Dickinson/ Rain Mountain
Press/ April 2017
The subtitle of this book is “a memoir of delirium &
dementia.” I would say it certainly is that. Several of the chapters have also
appeared as short stories in various journals.
I found the book very hard to read; not that the writing was
difficult, in fact the writing is quite fine. The main problem was that I had,
in the not too distant past experienced the death of my mother and felt too
close to the scenes that were created. These were incidents that I had put to
the back of my mind. And while I had never been shot by a friend, accidentally or
otherwise, and lost the use of my arm; I have had a number of motorcycle
accidents that have left some parts of my body functioning less than perfectly.
This is even more so now that I am no longer a young man.
Yes, Stephanie was wild in her youth, or so she tells us in
this memoir; but weren’t we all. Reading through the book I kept finding
parallels to people and situations that I encountered in my younger days. The
question was did I want to be reminded of these moments of my past. We were
Poles in Pennsylvania not Czechs in Iowa; however, the only difference was the
geography. My friend Price, who was my
competitor for best writer in high school, who became a high school teacher,
and who drank himself to death competing in a drinking contest at a local bar,
could easily have been an inhabitant of Dickinson’s sadly changing Iowa landscape.
Where Dickinson excels is in the understanding she shows of
her mother and the descriptions of their relationship. She reveals herself in
conflict with the woman, loving her for who she is, but wanting to escape from
all she stands for. I found myself relating strongly to these parts, as I had
made similar choices in my past; choices I tell myself worked out well, but wonder
still what might have been. As I write
this I am flipping through Girl Behind
the Door. Tomorrow I shall begin reading it all again. I am looking forward
to Stephanie Dickinson’s next book.
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Sidney Grayling
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