Change Me Into Zeus's DaughterSimon and Schuster, 27 янв. 2002 г. - Всего страниц: 320 A haunting and triumphant story of a difficult and keenly felt life, Change Me into Zeus's Daughter is a remarkable literary memoir of resilience, redemption, and growing up in the South. Barbara Robinette Moss was the fourth in a family of eight children raised in the red-clay hills of Alabama. Their wild-eyed, alcoholic father was a charismatic and irrationally proud man who, when sober, captured his children's timid awe, but when (more often) drunk, roused them from bed for severe punishment or bizarre all-night poker games. Their mother was their angel: erudite and stalwart -- her only sin her inability to leave her husband for the sake of the children. Unlike the rest of her family, Barbara bore the scars of this abuse and neglect on the outside as well as the inside. As a result of childhood malnutrition and a complete lack of medical and dental care, the bones in her face grew abnormally ("like a thin pine tree"), and she ended up with what she calls "a twisted, mummy face." Barbara's memoir brings us deep into not only the world of Southern poverty and alcoholic child abuse but also the consciousness of one who is physically frail and awkward, relating how one girl's debilitating sense of her own physical appearance is ultimately saved by her faith in the transformative powers of artistic beauty: painting and writing. From early on and with little encouragement from the world, Barbara embodied the fiery determination to change her fate and achieve a life defined by beauty. At age seven, she announced to the world that she would become an artist -- and so she did. Nightly, she prayed to become attractive, to be changed into "Zeus's daughter," the goddess of beauty, and when her prayers weren't answered, she did it herself, raising the money for years of braces followed by facial surgery. Growing up "so ugly," she felt the family's disgrace all the more acutely, but the result has been a keenly developed appreciation for beauty -- physical and artistic -- the evidence of which can be seen in her writing. Despite the deprivation, the lingering image from this memoir is not of self-pity but of the incredible bond between these eight siblings: the raucous, childish fun they had together, the making-do, and the total devotion to their desperate mother, who absorbed most of the father's blows for them and who plied them with art and poetry in place of balanced meals. Gracefully and intelligently woven in layers of flashback, the persistent strength of Barbara Moss's memoir is itself a testament to the nearly lifesaving appreciation for literature that was her mother's greatest gift to her children. |
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... pushed against my shoulder . " She's dying , " Alice whispered , covering her mouth so Mother could not hear her . " I told you she was gonna die . " I ignored her and watched Mother . I wanted to feel the kernels of sweet yellow corn ...
... pushed against my shoulder . " She's dying , " Alice whispered , covering her mouth so Mother could not hear her . " I told you she was gonna die . " I ignored her and watched Mother . I wanted to feel the kernels of sweet yellow corn ...
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... pushing his hand away. Mother had waited all morning for a letter from Dad, a letter with money for food. When, once again, no letter or money arrived, she went out to the toolshed and brought in the corn and bean seeds for next year's ...
... pushing his hand away. Mother had waited all morning for a letter from Dad, a letter with money for food. When, once again, no letter or money arrived, she went out to the toolshed and brought in the corn and bean seeds for next year's ...
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... pushing up on the chalk rather than pulling down , sometimes making the letters back- ward . He erased the entire word and made me start over . My head buzzed . I thought I'd never be able to think straight again . By the time we ...
... pushing up on the chalk rather than pulling down , sometimes making the letters back- ward . He erased the entire word and made me start over . My head buzzed . I thought I'd never be able to think straight again . By the time we ...
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... pushing us aside with the suitcase and creeping toward her bedroom . " Where's Dad ? " Alice asked , turning from the screen door , direct- ing the question to Mother's back . Mother didn't answer . The screen door slammed shut . Later ...
... pushing us aside with the suitcase and creeping toward her bedroom . " Where's Dad ? " Alice asked , turning from the screen door , direct- ing the question to Mother's back . Mother didn't answer . The screen door slammed shut . Later ...
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... pushing for more than her half of our shared kitchen chair . Mother had begun cooking the corn and beans . The aroma made me dizzy , and even though my stomach was empty , I thought I would vomit . I put my face against the kitchen ...
... pushing for more than her half of our shared kitchen chair . Mother had begun cooking the corn and beans . The aroma made me dizzy , and even though my stomach was empty , I thought I would vomit . I put my face against the kitchen ...
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Стр. 21 - If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose,' the Walrus said, 'That they could get it clear?' 'I doubt it,' said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear.
Стр. 9 - IF I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror, No vanity's displayed: I'm looking for the face I had Before the world was made.
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