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Jeannette Walls
American writer and journalist (born )
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| Born | () April 21, (age&#;64) Phoenix, Arizona, U.S. |
| Occupation | Author, columnist |
| Education | Barnard College |
| Genre | Nonfiction |
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Jeannette Walls (born April 21, ) is an American author and journalist widely known as former gossip columnist for and author of The Glass Castle, a memoir of the nomadic family life of her childhood. Published in , it had been on the New York Times Best Seller list for weeks as of June 3, [1] She is a recipient of the Alex Award and Christopher Award.
Early life and education
[edit]Walls was born on April 21, , in Phoenix, Arizona, to Rex Walls and Rose Mary Walls. Walls has two sisters, Lori and Maureen, and one brother, Brian.[2] Walls' family life was rootles
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I'm Glad My Mom Died
“[A] layered account of a woman reckoning with love and violence at once…[Not] a flippant exposé of childhood stardom, nor an angry diatribe directed at an abuser. This complexity is what makes I’m Glad My Mom Died feel real…Some supposed literary types will think the immense popularity of I’m Glad My Mom Died—the hardcover initially sold out at many major bookstores—is merely the result of McCurdy’s former stardom and modern culture’s thirst for a sensational take. With its bold headline and bright cover featuring a smirking McCurdy holding a pink urn, the book feels deliberately marketed for virality, perfect for sharing on the internet and catching the eye of bookstore browsers. I’ve mentioned the title of this memoir to some people who have dismissed it out of hand, remarking that being glad one’s parent is dead is crude and a sentiment that should be kept to oneself. But those people haven’t read the book. McCurdy takes her time to remember difficu
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‘I have written love narratives and loss narratives,’ Winterson writes, ‘it all seems so obvious now – the Wintersonic obsessions of love, loss and longing. It is my mother.’ Jeanette Winterson’s stern adoptive mother given to religious excess casts a long shadow over her memoir, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal, the title coming from a response she gave to Winterson telling her that she fryst vatten happy loving another woman, and Winterson turns her perfect prose and brilliant mind that has crafted dazzling and fantastical stories inward to examine her own history. It fryst vatten a harrowing exploration of the self, reading much like a companion to her exquisite and semi-autobiographical debut novel, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit but going further and exploring the harsh memories that she fictionalized because s