Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Book Review:: The Camera My Mother Gave Me
I have been trying to review this book for a week but it's been difficult, plus my to-do list lately has been kind of long and I haven't had the time to figure out the best way to write this review. At this point, all I can come up with is this completely random list of bulleted thoughts, which will have to suffice:
*Basically, the book chronicles the author's two year struggle to find out what is causing the pain in her vagina. She has numerous visits with traditional doctors, gynecologists, alternative health practitioners, an internal specialist, a vulvologist, etc but gets no conclusive answers.
*While this is going on, she's living with her boyfriend who likes to have a lot of sex. With her sore vagina. When she doesn't want to have sex he pouts and whines. So not only do we get to hear her complain about her sore vagina (it burns, it feels like it's being pricked with needles, it's hot, and so on), but we also get to hear her complain about her dickhead boyfriend.
*This woman will discuss her sore vagina with anyone, which I guess shouldn't come as a surprise since she did write a book about it, but when is enough enough? Not only does she share her situation with female friends, but male friends as well, and even couples. She describes having dinner at a couple's house and the entire conversation revolves around her vagina. I am beyond amazed that her friends put up with this. You know, I am not above discussing weird and/or inappropriate things with people. I've called my best friend numerous times and started the conversation out with the phrase, "Hey, ya wanna hear something gross about me?" But I have to think that if I just kept going on and on about it that eventually she'd stop returning my calls.
*At numerous times her boyfriend says things to her like, "It seems like you just don't want to have sex." Or, "You don't want to get better." I really don't want to side with the boyfriend, because he does seem like a major jerk, but I agree with him. Her sore vagina completely takes over her life and it does seem like she almost enjoys being nothing more but a giant sore vagina.
*I wanted to like this book because it was written by Susanna Kaysen, who wrote Girl, Interrupted, which I loved. But I really hated this. I felt as if it was the most self indulgent thing I've ever read.
*According to the dust jacket: The title comes from Luis Bunuel's film Viridiana. Some peasants are at a banquet in a country mansion. They ask a maid to take a group snapshot, and she obliges, lifting up her skirt and using the "camera" that's underneath. Ok, I'm going to come right out and say it but I have no idea what that even means. Am I retarded? She took a picture with her vagina? What? I just don't get it.
*I got this book from the library and I've had it laying around. Jay, who's lately been reading a lot of the same books as I have, gave it a look over, dropped it, and declared that he "won't be reading that one." Good call.
*This book may appeal to some people but it did nothing for me. Maybe I'm just insensitive to other's pain because I have a problem free vagina and I can't imagine it any other way. So be it.