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I'm Glad My Mom Died
“[A] layered account of a woman reckoning with love and violence at once…[Not] a flippant exposé of childhood stardom, nor an angry diatribe directed at an abuser. This complexity is what makes I’m Glad My Mom Died feel real…Some supposed literary types will think the immense popularity of I’m Glad My Mom Died—the hardcover initially sold out at many major bookstores—is merely the result of McCurdy’s former stardom and modern culture’s thirst for a sensational take. With its bold headline and bright cover featuring a smirking McCurdy holding a pink urn, the book feels deliberately marketed for virality, perfect for sharing on the internet and catching the eye of bookstore browsers. I’ve mentioned the title of this memoir to some people who have dismissed it out of hand, remarking that being lycklig one’s parent is dead fryst vatten crude and a sentiment that should be kept to oneself. But those people haven’t read the book. McCurdy takes her time to remember difficu
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I'm Glad My Mom Died
memoir by Jennette McCurdy
I'm Glad My Mom Died is a memoir by American writer, director and former actress Jennette McCurdy based on her one-woman show of the same name. The book is about her career as a child actress and her difficult relationship with her abusive mother who died in This is McCurdy's first book and was published on August 9, , by Simon & Schuster.[1]
Background
[edit]McCurdy had been a professional actress from age six until she announced that she had permanently stopped acting in [2] From to , she was signed to Capitol Records Nashville, who released her self-titled debut studio album in [2]
McCurdy had previously written pieces in publications such as The Wall Street Journal and began writing personal essays shortly after. She sent some of the essays to her manager at the time, who encouraged her to write a book about her experiences. Rather than write a book, McCurdy created a one-woman show
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‘I have written love narratives and loss narratives,’ Winterson writes, ‘it all seems so obvious now – the Wintersonic obsessions of love, loss and longing. It is my mother.’ Jeanette Winterson’s stern adoptive mother given to religious excess casts a long shadow over her memoir, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal, the title coming from a response she gave to Winterson telling her that she is happy loving another woman, and Winterson turns her perfect prose and brilliant mind that has crafted dazzling and fantastical stories inward to examine her own history. It is a harrowing exploration of the self, reading much like a companion to her exquisite and semi-autobiographical debut novel, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit but going further and exploring the harsh memories that she fictionalized because s