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An Abbreviated Life: A Memoir Hardcover – Deckle Edge, 21 July 2016
"Mesmerizing... A portrait of something familiar gone wildly, tragically awry."
—The New York Times
“Sometimes, a child is born to a parent who can’t be a parent, and, like a seedling in the shade, has to grow toward a distant sun. Ariel Leve’s spare and powerful memoir will remind us that family isn’t everything—kindness and nurturing are.”
—Gloria Steinem
Ariel Leve grew up in Manhattan with an eccentric mother she describes as “a poet, an artist, a self-appointed troublemaker and attention seeker.” Leve learned to become her own parent, taking care of herself and her mother’s needs. There would be uncontrolled, impulsive rages followed with denial, disavowed responsibility, and then extreme outpourings of affection. How does a child learn to feel safe in this topsyturvy world of conditional love?
Leve captures the chaos and lasting impact of a child’s life under siege and explores how the coping mechanisms she developed to survive later incapacitated her as an adult. There were material comforts, but no emotional safety, except for summer visits to her father’s home in South East Asia-an escape that was terminated after he attempted to gain custody. Following the death of a loving caretaker, a succession of replacements raised Leve—relationships which resulted in intense attachment and loss. It was not until decades later, when Leve moved to other side of the world, that she could begin to emancipate herself from the past. In a relationship with a man who has children, caring for them yields a clarity of what was missing.
In telling her haunting story, Leve seeks to understand the effects of chronic psychological maltreatment on a child’s developing brain, and to discover how to build a life for herself that she never dreamed possible: An unabbreviated life.
- Print length288 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherHarper
- Publication date21 July 2016
- Dimensions13.97 x 2.46 x 20.96 cm
- ISBN-100062269453
- ISBN-13978-0062269454
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"Beautifully written - an extraordinary memoir & full of hope that we do not have to be the product ultimately of our experiences...." Read more
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I escaped home at 18 after physical, verbal and manipulative abuse (the latter so much worse than the former) but was still ‘stalked’ by my mother and verbally abused until my 40s and ultimately until she became ill and died. I felt compassion but no love, and sadly some elation at being free.
Ariel's father left to live in Bali when she was very young but an ex-girlfriend of his regularly wrote to him reporting on what a wretched and miserable life little Ariel was having. One thing that I struggled to understand was why her father gets such a free pass. At least her mother was physically there but her father lived half a world away despite the fact that he knew his only child was suffering. One year Ariel and her father devised a plan for her to stay in Bail after her annual summer trip to visit him but Hochman caught a plane to bring her home, She didn't then even spend that evening with her daughter but went straight out to a party. Of course most mothers would travel to bring their only child home, it did at least show that she cared although she seemed to treat Ariel more as a possession than a daughter. The times mother and daughter seemed to bond were over their mutual love of writing and Hochman appears to have taken great pride in her daughter's literary achievements. She gives Ariel a book with an inscription by Saul Bellow stating that Hochman is a great poet. Ariel points out that her mother has written the inscription herself. Hochman is not embarrassed but insists that is exactly what Bellow would have written, it is quite a comical moment.
Ariel complains that her childhood apartment and some antiques were promised to her but sold off by her mother, Throughout the book it is obvious that Hochman is having money problems so can she really be condemned for trying to pay the bills?
Ariel's mother employed a housekeeper, Josie, was a source of stability and love but she would beat Ariel for answering back. She was regularly fired and Ariel would beg her mother to rehire her. Later Ariel asks her mother why she permitted the beatings and uses the words "child abuse" but her mother is unrepentant and a huge argument ensues . When Ariel is introduced to people they often share stories about her overbearing mother and how she relentlessly tried to rail-road them into something they felt uncomfortable with.
By the end of the book Ariel is step-mother to two little girls, her partner being a kind, sensitive and undemanding Italian who doesn't like drama or conflict. The stories she shares show her as ever mindful of not damaging the girls emotionally and she portrays herself as almost a saintly mother figure. Their life together is idyllic and calm with seemingly never a cross word exchanged.
I imagine that this was a very cathartic book to write but life is short and I hope that Ariel can reconcile on some level with her mother before she dies. Mother-daughter relationships are notoriously complicated but this one saw a mother put her own needs way above those of her lonely and unhappy daughter.
I also loved how this book was presented with a rough finish to the edges of the pages.
Leve tells her story without self-pity or blame. She's a fine writer, and I was glad to read that her life is a little more bearable now. A wonderful book. And I loved the deckle edges, too!
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I want to thank Ms. Leve, Emily, Rita, Josephine and even Suzanne, for creating a climate where this story could be told. I grew up in a world not unlike Ms. Leve's; I believe the only thing that stopped us from going full-on more abuse / neglect was because my mother and father lacked the funds.
Reading this book helped me heal, it validated my "brain" issues, my trust issues, and my need to further investigate my story and also to let it all go. Like Ms. Leve, I had years of traditional psychotherapy and CBT but only found true release and freedom from a sense of guilt of not wanting to be anywhere near my parents through EMDR therapy. My mother was an active alcoholic, depressive, borderline, substance-abusing genius artist too. It's hard to be the daughter of someone who doesn't want to be a mother, but wants only the attention / need a mother is entitled to experience; the narcissistic extension / duty from an abusive parent on the developing child is an UNBEARABLE encumbrance. My father was also a narcissist who simply couldn't be bothered with anything that detracted attention away from his narrative. As long as the water flowed, the heat worked, the phones rang and power was on at his office, he didn't care if it wasn't on at home... he was never there. To some extent, I really resent Ms. Leve's father -- to say they were outgunned, is a cop-out. He didn't do what he could to help her... he ran away. He moved to Thailand. Leaving her to fend for herself against her dragon-mother. She romanticizes her father much like I did (he's the devil you know) until I realized what a coward he was and is. My mother was a trophy to him and he to her.
"To hide is to exist": Ms. Leve's stories remind me of my continued struggles with trust and the unsettling and familiar feeling of unreliability and instability in life and the yearning to love a mother who simply wouldn't and didn't want to be captured.
Her Mario is a lot like my husband and we are lucky to have such grounding people in our lives. I had a person like Rita and several aunts who helped raise me but never advocated for me in a meaningful way, so while I turned out OK (Ms. Leve and I are a year apart, so we grew up in the same crazy 70s/80s era surrounded by "adult" randomness, and I felt like I was with her in her room asking her mother's guests to get out) it's not without some damage. I like that the Harvard physician said the brains like ours are "altered," not "damaged." Reading that was drawing from a glass of cool water.
My mother would wear diaphanous clothing around my friends; she read to my English classes in high school; my friends thought she was so cool and liberated... all I wanted was a proper bedtime and a family dinner. Ms. Leve invites us to her world and without apology or brashness, simply tells it like it was.
One of the things that I have struggled with over the years, as I have yearned to share my story as well, is that it would seem incredulous. That these stories don't happen to educated, wealthy, connected families, especially white ones. I had a lot of privilege growing up, and like Ms. Leve danced around the idea of sharing my story as fiction, but to me, that just removes me from my liberation and my authenticity. I want to thank her for stopping her dance and for stepping her toe into the water and sharing her story. I feel like we are "sisters" so to speak. I get it.
Ms. Leve paints a real and relatable world where those of us who were caught up in the tumult of mentally ill parents can feel validated.
