Marya: A Lifeby Joyce Carol Oates
Successful author and famous intellectual Marya Knauer did not always occupy such a secure and comfortable position in life. Her memories of her childhood in Innisfail, New York are by turns romantic and traumatic. The early violent death of her father and abandonment by her mother have left her with a permanent sense of dislocation and loss. After decades apart, Marya becomes determined to find the mother who gave her away. In searching for her past, Marya changes her present life more than she could ever have imagined. Vividly evoking the natural beauty of rural upstate New York, and the complex emotions of a woman artist, Marya: A Life is one of Joyce Carol Oates's most deeply personal and fully-realized novels.
- Penguin Group (USA)
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- 5.36(w) x 7.98(h) x 0.88(d)
Meet the Author
Joyce Carol Oates is a recipient of the National Medal of Humanities, the National Book Critics Circle Ivan Sandrof Lifetime Achievement Award, the National Book Award, and the PEN/Malamud Award for Excellence in Short Fiction. She is the Roger S. Berlind Distinguished Professor of the Humanities at Princeton University and has been a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters since 1978.
- Princeton, New Jersey
- Date of Birth:
- June 16, 1938
- Place of Birth:
- Lockport, New York
- B.A., Syracuse University, 1960; M.A., University of Wisconsin, 1961
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Of everything but transgender do we really care about her angst musings would prefer artist rather than writer but no doubt will have one in another book dated but now days a year will do it
This book ran hot and cold for me. I loved the author's insightful "We Were the Mulvaneys", but I was disappointed in this book. The high-brow, disdainful, self-absorbed character was hard for me to relate to. When her stream-of-conscious philosophizing is done about academia and the literary world I lost comprehension of its concepts and vocabulary. I did like the parts of her grim, sad childhood, events in her young womanhood, and her final search for her long-lost mother. But I did not like the ending. It needed more aftermath.
In the beginning of this novel, we witness raw ideas and sensations that can only exist before our experiences shape and define them. Here begins the story of Marya, sent to live with her aunt and uncle along with her siblings. She is wild, close to feral, and yet, somehow flourishes through will alone at time to become a distinguished writer and scholar. The few details I know of Oates’ life seem to resonate with this story, and I’d like to think there is a little more of her in the novel than what she usually invests. There are so many tropes abound that usually end in cliché (sexual awakening, the freedom of college, professor crushes, sorority girl takes on project, etc.) that for a second you roll your eyes…until you remember you are reading Oates, and that there will always be something around the corner, whether it be a stark, honest portrayal, or a shocking development, still somehow more believable than expected. She can turn innocuous into horrific on a dime. She can take characters and, without changing them, have them perceived as good, evil, heroic, or the subject of derision. Joyce also writes with her amazing metaphors and intriguing dialogue. She can write a stunning micro-clause, like Michael Cunningham. She can find (with her impeccable research, or, perhaps knowledge) the perfect quote or metaphor that matches the forte, profession, or life experience of the character. I still don’t know how she can get into the skull of academic and bumpkin alike. I’d like to think I can say she captures impeccably “the world of the play”, something I learned way back in drama class. The novel also seems clearer in its structure. Not to say that her writing isn’t always clear, it is, but, many of her books I’ve read recently seem mutable and ever-changing. Here is a life, laid-out in its most powerful moments, logically, like “reality” which is yet another angle of Oates’ “prodigious output” And when that life comes full circle, we wonder about the power of false hope, and think that if we hadn’t gone so far away, it might have been easier to confront our deepest fears. I only wish that this biography of sorts would have resonated with more meaning for me. Still, I am such a fan of Oates’ work, and am not disappointed in the slightest.