One day hugs and kisses, the next pursed lips and a furrowed brow. Gwin's memoir is a powerful, haunting road down the life of a woman beseiged with mental illness and the daughter who suffered the consequences. Meanwhile, her mother, Erin Taylor Clayton Pitner, was what you might call a bit eccentric, which eventually developed into full fledged mental illness. In her poignant and extraordinary memoir Wishing for Snow, Minrose Gwin sets out to rediscover her mother in the poems, letters, newspaper clippings, and quixotic lists that Erin left behind after her death. But reading her mother's childhood diary as an adult, Minrose encountered a very different Erin Taylor Clayton Pitner.
I thought it worked well for her, although there were a few instances where it became confusing. But reading her mother's childhood diary as an adult, Minrose encountered a very different Erin Taylor Clayton Pitner. Dear Minrose, I don't know where she is. But what Minrose Gwin experienced was so far from any semblance of normalcy, that to even read her account of it is nearly bone splintering. It seems, however, that Erin Taylor comes closest to being herself and communicating her love, needs, passion, and keen sense of awareness of the world about her in the world of poetry. Dear Minrose, I wanted to be free like you but I just can't get past that writer's block. And like grief, it doesn't progress logically through time; it's disorderly, rambling, funny, frustrating and acute.
Inthe tradition of Jeanette Walls' TheGlass Castle and Sara Gruen's Water for Elephants, novelist Minrose Gwin offers a beautifullycrafted memoir of rediscovering her mother, the mentally ill poet Erin Taylor,after a life of growing up with her in the South. There is no chronological order. There are brilliant descriptions of Gwin's mother stealing flowers from altars and eating green beans off the floor, stories of ponies dragged behind trucks and grim picnics where no one speaks. Was she the woman who wrote long letters to her daughter, or the one who attempted to pluck out her eyes? Library Subject 2 Mothers and daughters; Mississippi. And some of us know that it will never work and we move on, and try to make the best of it.
What books of hers do you consider must-reads? The title, Wishing for Snow , stands as a metaphor for quiet, clean, coolness, sanity, and a quiet, comforting blanket always looked for but never arriving or staying for long, disappearing in the dank chill of a Mississippi winter like Erin Taylor's lucid or calm moments. This is, perhaps, the only way she can communicate with others. The relationship between Gwin and her mother was very tragic. For novelist Minrose Gwin, growing up was a time of chaos and uncertainty, the result of? Lots of love, Mama Gwin's memoir reads like a photo album completed after the fact. Sometimes she was here and sometimes she went away. I don't think everyone would. Her madness is the central fact of her life.
In her poignant and extraordinary memoir Wishing for Snow, Minrose Gwin sets out to rediscover her mother in the poems, letters, newspaper clippings, and quixotic lists that Erin left behind after her death. The result is an unforgettable true story of a Southern family and the tragic figure at its center-and a loving daughter's determination to find the mother she never knew. One that I imagine took a lot of blood, sweat and tears. Life with poet Erin Taylor was unpredictable at best and painful at the worst times, as she spiraled ever deeper into psychosis until her eventual death from cancer. She grew up in Tupelo, Mississippi, hearing stories of the Tupelo tornado of 1936.
In telling the story of her mentally ill poet mother, Erin Taylor Clayton Pitner, Gwin looks backward and forward at a southern family, linking personal and cultural malaise while also attempting to envision the person her mother longed to be, the woman Gwin never knew. In her poignant and extraordinary memoir , Minrose Gwin sets out to rediscover her mother in the poems, letters, newspaper clippings, and quixotic lists that Erin left behind after her death. By the time her mother, Erin Clayton Pitner, a published though never particularly successful poet, died of ovarian cancer in the 1980s, their relationship was a shambles. We try to keep BookBrowse's biographies both up to date and accurate, but with many thousands of lives to keep track of it's a tough task. That air of wistfulness, of nostalgia tinged with bitterness, pervades the whole book.
Actually, I think I'd give this book 2 and a half stars. The mad poet is almost as common a figure as the mad scientist. In an intimate, surprising,emotional, and ultimately uplifting journey into her mother's past, Gwin, the critically acclaimed author of The Queen ofPalmyra, offers both a daughter'ssoulful elegy to the mother who raised her, and a powerful tribute from onestrong female writer to another—the Erin Taylor that Minrosenever knew. Her prose is filled with heat, and flowers, the pain of self-deception, and the rich coloration of southern life. But reading her mother's childhood diary as an adult, Minrose encountered a very different Erin Taylor Clayton Pitner. For her, the snows arrive too infrequently and dissolve too easily.
Minrose, named after her maternal grandmother, grows up in a house filled with silence, anger, and increasing madness, her mother not capable of finishing anything she begins, managing a home or children, or facing the world she finds increasingly unbearable. Her ability to communicate person to person, at least within her family and community, are severely limited, while her communication through her poetry displays her pain,vision, and passion in a highly evocative fashion. Be sure to check the archives and the labels. It will not always be fun and games. She has written three scholarly books, coedited The Literature of the American South, and teaches contemporary fiction at the University of North Carolina—Chapel Hill. The book, filled with beautiful language and deep understanding is a worthwhile read.
Meanwhile, she reflects on her mother's downward spiral and the complexities of their relationship. In exploring Erin's life and poetry, Minrose must, inevitably, examine herself as well. Minrose has been a writer all of her working life, starting out as a newspaper and wire service reporter and working in Mobile, Atlanta, Nashville, and Knoxville. Life with poet Erin Taylor was unpredictable at best and painful at the worst times, as she spiraled ever deeper into psychosis until her eventual death from cancer. It's hard to follow a sentence when it's an entire paragraph long! Poetry fans will like that aspect of the book though. Years later, after her mother loses her fight with cancer, Gwin is sent boxes of her mother's papers, journals, letters, poems and other articles. For novelist Minrose Gwin, growing up was a time of chaos and uncertainty, the result of? Her childhood diary from 1930 reveals a cheerful, observant Mississippi girl who steadfastly wished for snow, though usually it didn't come.
She seems incapable of showing affection to her children, holding a job of any kind, or undertaking housekeeping kinds of work. I can't wait to dive back into The Trespasser. Her late mother's words, written in the 1930s, revealed a cheerful, perceptive young girl growing up in rural Mississippi who wished for snow that usually didn't come a girl with a bright view of the future as she progressed from college student to young mother to published poet, only to have an unbearable darkness close in around her, cruelly suffocating her hopes and dreams. Your Mother When an adult Gwin is contacted by members of her family revealing the conditions in which her mother is living -- living and eating in a closet, surrounded by shreds of paper and rodents throughout the house, shrunken from a bout of cancer, plagued by mental illness--she makes the choice to send her mother to a nursing home. Life with poet Erin Taylor was unpredictable at best and painful at the worst times, as she spiraled ever deeper into psychosis until her eventual death from cancer. Was her mother the one who wrote shattering poems of regret and motherhood, or the woman who once tried to stab her? As she peruses the material, she learns her mother was not always the woman she experienced.