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Making Babies: Stumbling into Motherhood [Format Kindle]

Anne Enright
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Revue de presse

"Fizzingly entertaining. Reading it is like having a conversation with your funniest friend. Enright has pulled off that rarest of tricks: writing brilliantly about happiness" (Sunday Times)

"Making Babies is an absolute joy, the perfect, intelligent antidote to poisonous books on the subject" (India Knight)

"An unadulterated delight...suffused with a sense of love and very, very funny" (Maggie O'Farrell Daily Telegraph)

"Gasp-making, jaw-dropping and eloquently astounding" (Irish Indepedent)

"Enright is such an original and witty writer. Her tone is utterly unsentimental and kept reducing me to tears" (Zoe Heller)

Présentation de l'éditeur

Anne Enright, one of Ireland's most remarkable writers, has just had two babies: a girl and a boy. Making Babies, is the intimate, engaging, and very funny record of the journey from early pregnancy to age two. Written in dispatches, typed with a sleeping baby in the room, it has the rush of good news - full of the mess, the glory, and the raw shock of it all. An antidote to the high-minded, polemical 'How-to' baby manuals, Making Babies also bears a visceral and dreamlike witness to the first years of parenthood. Anne Enright wrote the truth of it as it happened, because, for these months and years, it is impossible for a woman to lie.

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  • Format : Format Kindle
  • Taille du fichier : 285 KB
  • Nombre de pages de l'édition imprimée : 209 pages
  • Pagination - ISBN de l'édition imprimée de référence : 0393078280
  • Editeur : Vintage Digital; Édition : New Ed (23 décembre 2010)
  • Vendu par : Amazon Media EU S.à r.l.
  • Langue : Anglais
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Excellent read 29 juillet 2012
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Very funny, witty.. and so true. A must -read for anyone who has a baby. Makes you realize you're not alone in this!
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Honest and beautifully written 16 mai 2012
Par A. Taylor - Publié sur
At last American parents have access to this book. I loved reading this after I had my baby. I related to its honesty and humour. I felt vindicated, as if someone had at last put into words the incredibly complicated feelings motherhood evokes. I was sick and tired of the all the endless manuals on sleep and feeding, I felt isolated by the saccharine and horrible fresh diapered image of motherhood that pervades the media in the USA. And this book told it how it is. She is also a brilliant writer.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Honest truths cleverly worded, but not a feel-good page-turner 3 septembre 2012
Par Ready Mommy - Publié sur
You know that friend who always makes you ask the journalistic Five W's? Like, where in the world did you find her? What just came out of her mouth? Who actually says that? When will she lighten up? Why do you keep hanging out with her? How will you explain her appeal to your other friends? Meet my new pal Anne Enright, an Irish author with accolades to spare and a several-tour veteran of her own grisly psychological war.

Enright recorded her first few years of "Making Babies" (i.e., motherhood) in a stream-of-consciousness that varies in degree from babbling brook to rushing river. At one point she writes, "Finished feeding, I go back on the cigarettes. I am addicted to nicotine, but I am also addicted to slipping away for two minutes every hour, and being alone." At another she asks, "Why do we assume that babies are happy in the womb? They come out looking for your face, so who is to say they are not lonely, all those weeks when there is no face there? And maybe . . . growth []hurts, in the womb, as it does outside, and all that squawking in the early weeks is not a mourning for paradise lost, but just making up for lost time." The resulting part-journal, part-blog format - overlayed throughout by a literary sensibility - continually perplexed and intrigued me.

I found many of Enright's descriptions accessible, relatable, and marked by that brand of funny that's not just smart-funny or dark-funny, but smart-dark-funny, like the chocolate raindrop from Godiva that's filled with ganache and almond praliné paste. For example, she writes: "I measure [other mothers] against myself for age, sudden fat, and despair"; and "[i]f you are a woman and you clean, society thinks that you are fantastically well balanced and sane, . . . which is sort of unfair for the people who have to live with you and are not allowed to wipe a spill off the floor with the cloth that is used to wipe the counter."

But I often emotionally recoiled in response to the harsh honesty and uninvited intimacy of her confessions, in the way that one dodges a mirror when she suspects her reflection won't be flattering. Like when Enright says of playing with her children: "I have no problem filling this smiling shell, most of the time." Not exactly a barrel of laughs. Yet every time I decided I wanted out of her head and fast, Enright pulled me back in with a particularly witty and impersonal observation such as, "I was reared in the seventies, by a woman who had been reared in the thirties, and we were both agreed that getting pregnant was the worst thing that could happen to a girl"; "[i]t is the job of families to reject each other's memories"; and "I would swap several college degrees for a degree of patience."

And there's no denying Enright's capacity for purely brilliant prose. As a mother and a writer, my favorite line reads: "I am besotted by a being who is, at this stage, just a set of emotions arranged around a gut." So true, so freaking true. It's one of those descriptions that once set upon paper seems so correct, that it's retrospectively self-evident.

In the end, I'm still not sure what I think of her, or the book that seems to be essentially a purchasable, inanimate extension of her, sort of like a discarded wooden leg that bears the nicks and smell of its user's experiences . . . or something slightly less creepy. So I'll do what I do with that one friend, I'll introduce you to her and let you judge her charms for yourself. Try not to be put off by your first impression; she doesn't exactly put her best foot forward, chapter-wise. If you keep reading, you'll get to know the real Anne, a mother of two who just wants to relax: "I have eleventy-one gins. . . . I wave across the room, and hulloo and tell everyone they are looking great - though they all look one year older, and for some it is the year that made the difference. . . . Sometime around 10.30 the damaged little [f%#$er] who has been tracking you all night comes up with the same sneer as the last time you were out, and you realise, with the predictable, drunken slump, that you have changed while the wide world has remained the same. I've had a baby! I'm not! really! interested! any more! Drinking is a group thing and you don't have a group now - you have a family (damn). It is time to wander out and lose your handbag in a taxi."
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 75 pages too long 19 novembre 2012
Par Elizabeth G. James - Publié sur
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This book started off great, so funny and true! I was really enjoying it and then the editor must have decided to stop working. Anne seemed to write about everything that crossed her mind whether it was relevant to the previous thought or not. At about page 125 I started to read faster, skipping over whole sentances just trying to finish (I am no quitter). It went from funny and heartwarming to rambling and confusing and a little depressing. The chapters got longer with less flow. I would not recommend this book and I would recommend an immediate firing of the editor.
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 A fresh and funny take on what goes on in a new mom's head 11 juin 2012
Par Rae A. Francoeur - Publié sur
Anne Enright is one of Ireland's great storytellers. Her novel, "The Gathering," won the 2007 Man Booker Prize and "The Forgotten Waltz" was enthusiastically reviewed here last year. Her short, quirky, hilarious, often dumbfounding nonfiction book, "Making Babies: Stumbling into Motherhood," has just come out in the United States. It was first published in Britain in 2004.

Enright had plenty of time to mature as a writer before giving birth to a daughter and later a son. Her daughter was born 18 years after she married Martin. The book is a series of anecdotal essays exploring everything that interests her in that time of intensive nurturing and distancing from the workaday world.

We have all had similar thoughts but the writer catches them before they disappear, works a bit at understanding them and unites all of us parents in a circle of hilarity and helplessness. For example, after a couple of drinks at a party, the new mom asks some of the men, "When does the sex thing, you know ... get back on track?" Instead of answers, she writes, "I get a pained, melancholic silence." The contents of a baby's diaper? Well, that's something everyone readily talks about. "Endlessly."

Enright considers alien conceptions, a baby's personality (it "rises to the surface of her face, like a slowly developing Polaroid"), even the pros and cons of fastidiousness. "Dirt doesn't kill people. Wash your hands, not the house. Be careful with food. That's it really." As for men's lack of attention to detail, especially when it comes to domestic chores, she gives us harried women folk some advice. "Watch this behaviour closely if you think incompetence isn't about power. It is the weak who are busy and efficient."

Do not think Enright is caustic, sarcastic or judgmental. She is everymother, parroting in her brilliant way what we mothers have come to know. So nice to have a spokesperson for the slightly disenfranchised, mostly happy but perpetually querulous mom who can't help but wonder, for example, why, in the first trimester, when the baby is so tiny, the mother is so utterly exhausted. She notes that a woman's blood volume goes up by 30 percent at this time. "It is as if you planted a seed and then had to build a field to grow it in."

Enright is a joyous mom. She chooses to look at the positives. We are buoyed by her ruminations. Sometimes, the 3 a.m. thoughts, tinged with otherworldliness and exhaustion, seem almost unbearable, incredibly private and revealing, and very very welcome. In the last chapter on mortality, though, she clues us in to her hard-won mindset.

My favorite parts of the book are when Enright turns her focus on the child.

"...she (her daughter who is just about to turn 3) looks with tenderness at a picture of herself newborn. `Look how pleased your Dada is to see you,' I say. She looks at this for a while, and then walks over to embrace him, properly and formally. Sometimes she has astonishing emotional clarity; and I have to catch my breath at the rightness of her."

This clarity and rightness applies to Enright, as well. She rings true at every turn of phrase.
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 Drones On 12 mars 2013
Par Amazon Customer - Publié sur
Format:Format Kindle|Achat vérifié
This looked really interesting, but the author just drones on. I was not sure what her point was half the time. I got very bored with it and never finished it.
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