Yet, ultimately, “An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination” is sad, at times even tear-inducing, since McCracken offers an unstinting. I was sitting at a table, having signed three books, one for a cheerful old lady who ‘d called my short stories pointless during the Q & A. Al’s wife. Review: An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCrackenA mother’s tender remembrance of her stillborn baby moves.

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They’re hers and not for me to judge. She is contacted by a professor and his wife, who lost a girl 30 years ago. They have their bad moments, but are no less thrilled when Gus arrives, pink and healthy. This is a must-read for anybody who has lost a baby or for anybody that wishes to better understand someone that has. That was 7 years ago. Suddenly, McCracken could no long feel him kicking. It’s what paralyzes people around the grief-stricken, of course, the idea that there are right things to say and wrong things and it’s better to say nothing than something clumsy.

It didn’t offer me answers, there are no answers for losses such as these, but it gave me something else far more valuable – a deep connection to another women in my situation. Can reviews for a book that begins at the end of the story have spoilers?

It’s a happy life, and someone is missing.

Despite the necessarily sad nature of the content, the book is still often hilarious and optimistic in a realistic sort of way. I have certainly been guilty of this crime of omission. Instead of finding out the sex of our longed-for third child, we found out that our baby had been dead for five weeks.

This year’s collection includes many independent and self-published artists; no mainstream or superhero comic in sight. The Best Jazz of I just felt really detached while reading her story and it wasn’t the reaction I expected or was looking for.

Also like Hood, McCracken writes with gratitude of the people who supported her: The sad lady at the Florida library meant the lighter side is not that your child has died–no lighter side to that–but that the child lived and died in this human realm with its breathtaking fihment and dumb punchlines and hungry seagulls. I think I was just hoping for more of a sense of someone else getting it. It is helpful because, with all of its specificities, stillbirth ravages the souls of those who have lived through it in much the same way.


However, it is certainly a useful book in that it is a book to read if you have lost a child through miscarriage or stillbirth or infant death of any kind; if you have struggled with these questions and pains. The 60 Best Songs of playlist Mixed Media.

An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken

Her thoughts about the woman’s request and its connection to her own grief riveted me: Elizabeth McCracken’s An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination is both devastating and funny; it’s quirky, poignant, and a whole host of other adjectives that you might or might not imagiination to accurately describe a memoir about the experience of having had a stillborn child. It is a thoughtful, carefully constructed narrative, a love letter to her husband, and the card she wished she’d been able to hand to everyone who inquired and still inquires brightly “How imaginatoin things with you?

She writes of her child who has lived, she describes him over and over and, in my edition, oddly changes the date of his birth forward a fo to — I’m sure it’s a misprint but it’s jarring! George Saunders said in a recent interview that one of his goals as a writer and as a person was to ‘really be able to step up to the beauties of life and the horrors of it, without any kind of flinching,’ and in off beautiful memoir about the death of her first child, Elizabeth McCracken does just that.

I thought it was very interesting. I think this is a good first draft. Even an autopsy of McCracken’s child is inconclusive, so his death will always be a mystery, and at that moment you, the reader, think, my GOD, what else can repljca poor woman go through?

A poignant matter of life and death

I should say again, this may only be useful for those who have gone through it that some of the things the author said were tough because they confronted me with my choices. The aa progressed without a hitch, and their son-to-be acquired a name: I understand that the author did not mean this to be a “self-help” book about coping with stillbirth, bu I’d like to say from the onset that this review is coloured by my own experience.

The memoir, is happy and sad. At the end, a grieving woman in enormous denim shorts and smudged glasses told her that fgiment should write a novel about “the lighter side of losing a child”.


Above all, and most importantly I think to its success, the memoir is honest. She corrects herself later on but I hold a huge grudge against a friend of mine who said something much like this. I felt his essence and energy develop inside me for nine full months. I am not a curmudgeon.

Hers was her first, and a son, as was mine. I was prescribed acupuncture by my oncologist to help with nerve damage.

So much of what McCracken says mh this book fills my heart with hope and beauty. It’s both a hard book to read and a hard book to put down, and much more gripping than McCracken’s fiction.

Her lost friend and the Frenchmen and women who people this book get no angle of view.

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But that is not quite right. McCracken brings no epiphany to the, admittedly, devestatingly sad subject matter – not even her own as far as I could tell. I found this book, a used version, at Powell’s in Portland, OR. When an author writes this amazingly, I pretty much feel stupid writing anything in a critique. When I first picked this book up inI put it down again within a few pages.

Maybe my grief is still too new? What else explains it, that odd, reliable comfort that billows up at the worst moments, like a beautiful sunset woven out of the smoke over a bombed city. Jul 15, Lisa Lieberman rated it really liked it. How do you justify that in your mind? I enjoyed this memoir, but the writer in me was always conscious of the choices McCracken was making, the analogies she chose to convey her pain, the timing of her revelations like waiting until the very end, when she was going into labor with her second child, before telling us what she blamed herself for the most re: Oct 15, Shonell Bacon rated it it was amazing Recommends it for: There’s hope, and love and triumph among the many layers that comprise the death of her first child, a baby boy.