In the Media, March 2016, part one

In the media is a fortnightly round-up of features written by, about or containing female writers that have appeared during the previous fortnight and I think are insightful, interesting and/or thought provoking. Linking to them is not necessarily a sign that I agree with everything that’s said but it’s definitely an indication that they’ve made me think. I’m using the term ‘media’ to include social media, so links to blog posts as well as traditional media are likely and the categories used are a guide, not definitives.

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It’s Mothers’ Day in the UK today, so inevitably there’s been lots of writing about mothers – being one, having one, not having one – this week. Contributors including Jackie Kay, Jeanette Winterson and Helen Simpson wrote about ‘… my mother before I knew her‘ inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s poem ‘Before You Were Mine’ in The Guardian; Liz Dashwood asks, ‘What do I *really* want for Mother’s Day?‘ on The Pool; Rivka Galchen talked about ‘The Only Thing I Envy Men‘ in The New Yorker; Robyn Wilder wrote, ‘Maternity leave: the reality versus the expectations‘, Emily Eades wrote, ‘Becoming a mother without your own mother to rely on‘ and Sinéad Gleeson wrote, ‘Mothers, and the pram-in-the-hall problem‘ all on The Pool (Do follow the link to the Anne Enright clip on that last piece. Spot on and very funny); Susan Briante wrote, ‘Mother Is Marxist‘ on Guernica; Kate Townshend asked, ‘Is it possible for a mother and daughter to be *too* close?‘, Samira Shackle said, ‘Returning to my mother’s homeland helped me to make sense of my place in the world‘, Cathy Rentzenbrink said, ‘There is no such thing as a smug mother, we’re all terrified and struggling‘ and Rosalind Powell wrote, ‘I didn’t give birth, but I became a mother‘ all on The Pool; Sarah Turner wrote, ‘Mother’s Day Without Mum‘ on The Unmumsy Mum

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Sadly, Louise Rennison died this week. Philip Ardagh wrote, ‘My Hero: Louise Rennison‘ in The Guardian. Shannon Maughan wrote her obituary for Publishers Weekly.

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The woman with the most coverage this fortnight is Sanjida Kay with ‘Where’s the Diversity in Grip-Lit?‘ on The Asian Writer; ‘on Switching Genres‘ on The Literary Sofa, and ‘Fairytales‘ on Women Writers, Women’s Books

Exciting news as forthcoming novels from Jilly Cooper, Zadie Smith and Ali Smith were announced this fortnight.

And I’ve added Kaushana Cauley’s new Intersections column for Catapult to the regulars list at the bottom of the links. It’s well worth a read.

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The best of the rest:

On or about books/writers/language:

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Personal essays/memoir:

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Feminism:

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Society and Politics:

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Film, Television, Music, Art, Fashion and Sport:

Author Petina Gappah 'brilliantly exposes the gap between rich and poor.'

The interviews:

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The regular columnists:

She Left Me the Gun: My Mother’s Life Before Me – Emma Brockes

It is a virtue, we are told, to face things, although given the choice I would go for denial every time – if denying a thing meant not knowing it. But the choice, it turns out, is not between knowing a thing and not knowing it, but between knowing it and half knowing it, which is no choice at all.

When Emma Brockes’ mother died, Brockes decided to find out about her mother’s past, a past that had barely been touched upon while her mother was alive.

I knew she had emigrated to England from South Africa in 1960 and, in the intervening years, had been back twice. I had met none of her seven siblings and could name probably half of my sixteen first cousins…When she was in her mid-twenties, she said, she’d had her father arrested. There had been a highly publicized court case, during which he had defended himself, cross-examining his own children in the witness box and destroying them one by one. Her stepmother had covered for him. He had been found not guilty.

Once, Brockes’ mother had tried to tell her about her childhood: “My father was a violent alcoholic and a pedophile who…”. At this point Brockes had burst into tears and until her mother knew she was dying, it was never spoken of again. Except it was; it was inherent in the way Brockes’ mother worried about her, telephoning her as an adult to say that she dreamed she was snatched in the night, telling her not to get kidnapped, raped or murdered when she popped to the shops.

One of the things most evident in She Left Me the Gun is the love between mother and daughter. Brockes’ mother hasn’t told her the details of her father’s (Brockes’ grandfather’s) behaviour in order to protect her from an aspect of her family’s past:

An enormous effort went into maintaining this idea she had of herself, and of me, and there were times when I thought I could see the mechanism at work. It had a hint of the burlesque about it, all her positive thinking. As a child, it annoyed me. “OK, OK,” I thought, “I get it.” Her genius as a parent, of course, was that I didn’t get it at all. If the landscape that eventually emerged can be visualized as the bleakest thing I know – a British beach in winter – she stood around me like a windbreak so that all I saw was colours.

And Brockes, discovering this through researching and writing the book, has written a tribute, a love letter, to her mother. However, to do so, she had to position herself in exactly the sort of risky situations that gave her mother sleepless nights.

She travels to South Africa to meet her mother’s side of the family. Her journey and the people who populate it show the varying reactions of those who’ve been abused or have witnessed abuse – from denial to a need to study subjects that might highlight potential motives – and the impact it seems to have on their adult lives.

She Left Me the Gun is a brave book which considers a taboo subject without casting judgment on those affected. Brockes’ mother’s story is interesting and complex one and Brockes does it justice through a book that combines travelogue and memoir. Well worth a read.

 

Thanks to The Penguin Press (USA) for the review copy.