Praise of Motherhood

by Phil Jourdan

Overview

When Phil Jourdan's mother died suddenly in 2009, she left behind a legacy of kindness and charity — but she also left unanswered some troubling questions. Was she, as she once claimed, a spy? Had she suffered more profoundly as a woman and parent than she'd let on? Jourdan's recollections of his struggles with psychosis, and his reconstructions of conversations with his enigmatic mother, form the core of this memoir. Psychoanalysis, poetry and confession all merge to tell the story of an ordinary woman whose death turned her into a symbol for extraordinary motherhood.
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Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781780992631
Publisher:	Collective Ink
Publication date:	05/25/2012
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	136
File size:	267 KB

About the Author

Phil Jourdan is a musician, translator and columnist from Portugal, living in the UK.

Editorial Reviews

Jourdan's background as a musician and translator comes through in a gripping debut memoir about his mother. In raw, lyrical prose, Jourdan deftly renders the worlds he lived in. After growing up in Portugal but leaving to attend boarding school, Jourdan and his sister travel back to Portugal to see their mother in the hospital. They don't know the particulars of what happened, only that it's serious; their father told them to prepare for the worst. Jourdan's mother dies shortly after they arrive, and Jourdan spends the rest of his visit in her home, trying to discover more about the woman whom he adored to the point of idealization. He develops the "mystical" side of loving a parent, not just "psychoanalysis's scientific pretenses." Jourdan uses his upbringing to capture his mother as "an object." She was fiercely loyal, intelligent, gentle and kind--all qualities that allowed her to help Jourdan when he suffered several psychotic breakdowns. A skilled writer with a sharp voice, the author establishes his perspective from the start: "Why shouldn't the Oedipal situation happen much later than it was once fashionable to suppose?" Readers may also be startled to find a list of grievances the author has against a variety of people, from those who knew his mother to her doctors to her former lovers to a large woman--a "cunt"--he saw at the park while dog-walking as a teenager. The purpose of this rant is not entirely clear. It undermines the connection the reader feels with the mother--a connection Jourdan establishes beautifully in the rest of the book. "Dear everybody who loved my mother: I know. It's sad and it's a tragedy," he writes. "I know, so please stop saying it." A heartfelt story that tackles grief through an honest, powerful lens.

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