The Chronology of Water

The Chronology of Water


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ISBN-13: 9780979018831
Publisher: Hawthorne Books & Literary Arts, Incorporated
Publication date: 04/12/2011
Pages: 268
Sales rank: 151,983
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.90(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Lidia Yuknavitch is the author of three works of short fiction: Her Other Mouths, Liberty’s Excess, and Real to Reel, as well as a book of literary criticism, Allegories of Violence. Her work has appeared in Ms., The Iowa Review, Exquisite Corpse, Another Chicago Magazine, Fiction International, Zyzzyva, and elsewhere. Her book Real to Reel was a finalist for the Oregon Book Award and she is the recipient of awards and fellowships from Poets and Writers and Literary Arts, Inc. Her work appears in the anthologies Life As We Show It (City Lights), Forms At War (FC2), Wreckage of Reason (Spuytin Duyvil). In addition she is the founder and publisher of Chiasmus Press and teaches writing, literature, film, and Women’s Studies at Mount Hood Community College in Oregon.

Chelsea Cain was born in 1972, lived the first few years of her life on a hippie commune in Iowa, and grew up in Bellingham, Washington. Her first novel featuring Detective Archie Sheridan and serial killer Gretchen Lowell, HEARTSICK, was a New York Times bestseller in both hardcover and paperback and has been translated into over 20 languages. SWEETHEART and EVIL AT HEART, the second and third in the series, respectively, are also NYT bestsellers. Chelsea is a former columnist for The Oregonian, and a regular contributor to The New York Times Book Review. She lives in Portland, Oregon, with her family.

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The Chronology of Water 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 18 reviews.
ElisB More than 1 year ago
I LOVED this book. Yuknavitch's voice and style are incredible, intimate and lyrical. It's hard to explain, but parts of it settled down inside my heart and stuck, and other parts wrapped around me like a blanket. You should read this book. Everyone should.
read_for_love More than 1 year ago
I was a little hesitant when reading this book at first. From the first page, I could tell it was going to be an emotional experience and unlike a book I have ever read. I was quickly proven wrong; the book immersed me in a way I have never felt before. Ms. Yuknavitch is a master wordsmith and a powerful storyteller. Her writing challenges everything we think of as what writing is. Her use of water imagery throughout the book is profound and compelling; as are her images of life and death. This is one of my new favorite books, definitely in my top 5 favorites of all time. Ms. Yuknavitch has become one of my favorite authors overnight. I adore this book and its author. One thing I do not like is the bellyband that encompasses the book! TAKE IT OFF!
poetontheone on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Lidia divorces her memoir from convention by defying the narrow marketing classifications of niche, genre, and narrative timeline. It is not about swimming. it is not about writing. It is not about abuse or incest. It is not about miscarriages or motherhood. It is about all of those things, but only as they are given as sacrifice to the transformative power of story. This is one of those "you laugh and then you cry" books. And it isn't. This isn't easily digestible chicken soup for your soul. This is the thick, hearty, and tough stew of memory brought into light by language.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the strangest most beautiful works of memoir I have ever read. Dreamlike yet comes roaring at you with railroad and strength of train. Captivating!
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lydababes More than 1 year ago
Gave me a different out look on life.....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I bought this book because it was recommended by Chuck Palahniuk. Excellent read.
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bluesus More than 1 year ago
I cried, I laughed, I wondered how did this woman get inside of me to my core. I danced around and around with excitement in feeling like I am not alone through Lidia Yuknavitch's words which I read again and again.
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Author_RichardThomas More than 1 year ago
(This review was originally published at The Nervous Breakdown) "Given a choice between grief and nothing, I choose grief." -William Faulkner I wasn't prepared for this memoir, this baptism by fire that Lidia Yuknavitch pours out onto the pages of The Chronology of Water (Hawthorne Books). I was aware of the controversy about the exposed breast on the cover, the grey band of paper wrapped around the book to appease those who can't stand to see such obscenity. I was lured in by the glowing testimonials of authors I know and respect, people like Chuck Palahniuk, Monica Drake, and Chelsea Cain (who writes the introduction), her close-knit group of fellow authors, her workshop, support group, therapy and champions. But no, I wasn't prepared for her voice-the power, the lyrical passages, and the raw, crippling events that destroyed her youth, but made her the woman she is today: fearless, funny, honest, and kind. By not being prepared, the opening lines hit me hard, and I in fact stopped for a moment, realizing that this was going to be bumpy ride, a dark story, but one that held nothing back. So I took a breath, and I went under: "The day my daughter was stillborn, after I held the future pink and rose-lipped in my shivering arms, lifeless tender, covering her face in tears and kisses, after they handed my dead girl to my sister who kissed her, then to my first husband who kissed her, then to my mother who could not bear to hold her, then out of the hospital room door, tiny lifeless swaddled thing, the nurse gave me tranquilizers and a soap and sponge. She guided me to a special shower. The shower had a chair and the spray came down lightly, warm. She said, That feels good, doesn't it. The water. She said, you are still bleeding quite a bit. Just let it. Ripped from vagina to rectum, sewn closed. Falling water on a body." I am a father, but I am not a mother. I know the difference. I was there when my twins were born, my boy and my girl pulled out into the harsh lights of the sterile, cold hospital room. I watched them cut my wife open, and I saw the pool of blood on the tile creep ever closer to the little blue booties on my feet. It was violent and beautiful-it was a miracle and a shock. But it was life-my life continued, our children, finally here. To have it end in death? If one of them (I can barely even utter the word BOTH) had died, I would have been hollowed out, gutted. I am not a mother, but my heart went out to her in the opening sentences of this novel. She had me. And this was the first page of the book. What could possibly come next? Where would this go? How do you climb above this, survive? In a number of ways: you scream and you cry, you drink yourself to oblivion, you hallucinate other worlds, you bond and you break, you hide and you seek, and if you're lucky, you are seen, you are found. (For the full review, go to The Nervous Breakdown)
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This was a book selected by my book club. I enjoyed the uncommon structure and blunt tone of how the story was told. Though very explicit about many of her life events, the author was intentionally vague on a key element of the narrative, which led to confusion.