when i was volunteering at
bitch magazine a couple years ago, one of the perks was access to the bitch bookshelf. mostly it contained books--often first printings or bound galleys--submitted by authors and agents, titles hoping for review in an issue. in my constant effort to read every book that i own (an uphill battle, as my collection continues to grow monthly), i finally picked up jill talbot's memoir,
loaded: women and addiction.
though flawed, it was a well-written book, like the kind of piece you'd expect to read in a workshop from a writer you know is going to make it. her perspective, whether talking about her addictions or just describing her life, resonated with me; i underlined a lot of passages. amazon reviews criticize her use of "addiction" in the title, as talbot doesn't resolve her addiction (read: she still is drinking red wine with dinner, despite a stay in rehab). personally, i don't think abstinence is the only road to recovery.
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"happiness, for adults, is as fleeting and surprising as a waiter dropping a tray in a restaurant. so, we create things to look forward to: the after-class cigarette, a drive to a remote place that feels like an escape, the glass of wine after dinner, the out-of-state trip to spend time with someone we trust. we live for the fleeting moment.""[virginia] woolf articulates what i have always known, that only the unsettled want to go; only the dissatisfied look back to the past for answers."--
albertamae, i'm mailing this book to you next week.