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A review by amoskane
Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy
5.0
I like feeling like I know Lucy Grealy; the little bit that I do. She makes me less afraid of hospital rooms and more interested in understanding myself as I might appear as a character in my own book.
I think this is a work of extreme discipline: she managed to write an autobiography, as she claims, of her face. Its not an exploration of her relationship with her mother, her intense inner life, her coming of age, the meaning of art or of sex or of sickness. It is all those things, but it resonates as something so much more. It's about how a person struggles to live inside a piece of meat; and how a piece of meat struggles to hold and resemble a person.
I think this is a work of extreme discipline: she managed to write an autobiography, as she claims, of her face. Its not an exploration of her relationship with her mother, her intense inner life, her coming of age, the meaning of art or of sex or of sickness. It is all those things, but it resonates as something so much more. It's about how a person struggles to live inside a piece of meat; and how a piece of meat struggles to hold and resemble a person.