The
Glass Mother, a memoir by Rosie Jackson, is the
next to be reviewed in our series of brilliant books written by women with
connections to this region and published this year. Books you may wish to add
to your Christmas list.
In the late
seventies and early eighties Rosie Jackson lectured in English Literature at
the University of East Anglia in Norwich. She was a bit of a star: young,
hard-working and the author of Fantasy:
The Literature of Subversion, a study of the fantastic in literature. Friends of mine, who
were students at UEA during that period, remember that Fantasy was the book everybody was reading and quoting from in
their essays. When I told them I was reviewing the author’s memoir they wanted to
know what became of Jackson because she seemed destined for great things like
her colleagues Malcolm Bradbury, Angela Carter, and Lorna Sage, but then just disappeared
off the radar.
And this is the
question that Jackson asks herself time and again throughout her memoir: what
happened, why did I vanish myself? Jackson left UEA after five years and, like
a detective, investigates and examines why she made that choice, why turn from
the career that she put so much effort into building, why abandon financial
security, why instead flit from one job and relationship to the next, why?
Her probing
causes her to look hard at her childhood and the way she was parented. She
examines too her own mothering of her son Adam. Jackson separated from Adam’s
father when Adam was three and her youth
and her need to study compelled her to leave her son with his dad. In a
reversal of what is still usually the norm the father became primary carer and
Jackson had intermittent access to the child. Jackson bravely explores how this
act of abandonment skewed her life. She expresses immense regret and shame,
and is honest about how her relationship with Adam continues to be fragile to
this day.
Jackson’s writing
is precise and sensitive - perhaps on occasion too sensitive - to the thoughts
and feelings of those friends, family, and acquaintances she has encountered
over the years. It’s perhaps a little distanced too when recounting how she
becomes a follower of the Indian spiritual master Meher Baba and what her devotions
require of her. Jackson visits India often but she fleetingly describes the
delights of these journeys into the spiritual, instead choosing to weight the
memoir towards her peripatetic life here in England.
The
Glass Mother follows a
linear, chronological path, which veers brilliantly off course towards the end
into the wonderful titular chapter about nurturing and inheritance. Ultimately it
is a fascinating read about a woman who chooses personal discovery over a
‘neurotic academic life’.
Pub Unthank Books, November 2016
Reviewed by Lynne Bryan, author of a short story
collection, Envy At The Cheese Handout
(published by Faber & Faber), and the novels Gorgeous and Like Rabbits
(Sceptre). Lynne is co-organiser of Words And
Women.
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