I first read this book in the early 1980s during a university course on autobiography. We delved into works that traced the history of the genre, culminating with this particular one. I vividly recall reading Rousseau and deriving great pleasure from his writing. However, this book left an indelible mark, perhaps due to my youth and the resonance it had with some of my personal experiences. The sole paper assigned for the class was our own 'autobiography'. Although I no longer possess that paper (that's a story for another time), I remember it clearly. Each of my five siblings was the focus of a 'chapter', and the professor had only one negative comment, stating that I hadn't captured one brother as effectively as the others. I concur; he has always been the most elusive.

Earlier this month, after sharing the details of a project I'm working on with a friend and explaining how I intended to connect fictional sections with nonfictional bits, she recommended I reread this book. I heeded her advice and was astonished to discover that I had 'borrowed' some of McCarthy's techniques. Did this method emerge from the depths of my subconscious? Who can say? I have no idea how many books I've read or how many might have influenced me in various ways. Of course, it's not an exact replication: for instance, McCarthy maintains a consistent first-person perspective throughout, and even though she later clarifies what is fictional, that is, what isn't an exact memory.

Times have evolved since McCarthy penned this work, so her memoirs (initially published in magazines and later incorporated into this book) are not as controversial as they would be today. And yet, in some ways, times haven't changed. In the opening chapter 'To the Reader', I was struck by the resemblance between the hate mail McCarthy received and a certain type of online commenting today. The'scurrilous' letters from lay readers, mostly women (she notes that the priests and nuns who wrote to her were always gracious), were so alike that she remarks they could have been written by a single person: 'frequently full of misspellings', despite the claim of being educated; 'all, without exception, menacing'; 'they attempt to constitute themselves a pressure group'; and one even asserts that what McCarthy has written is illegal.

Since I'm reading this for a different purpose than I typically do when reading a book, I'm finding it challenging to review. Last night, I chanced upon a random review of McCarthy with a low rating that simply stated'she's no role model'. I believe this misses the point. However, if one wishes to judge a work in that manner, I would argue that this is an honest, courageous, true-to-herself, and well-written account - and something we can all strive for.

This was an extremely interesting account of a young girl's life. She grew up Catholic within the Protestant households of her Aunt and Uncle as well as her maternal grandparents.

Here, many of the Catholic traditions that had long since been done away with since Vatican II are discussed in detail. It is truly a captivating coming of age tale.

It should have a great appeal to Baby Boomers and their contemporaries. These are the people who grew up attending Catholic Mass and going to Catholic parochial schools.

They will likely find this story relatable and engaging, as it delves into the unique experiences and challenges that the young girl faced in her religious upbringing.

The account offers a fascinating glimpse into a bygone era of Catholicism and the impact it had on the lives of those who lived through it.

Overall, it is a story that is sure to resonate with many readers and spark conversations about faith, family, and the passage of time.

Upon finishing 'The Group', my friend Dan Leo recommended several other books by Mary McCarthy. Since I was truly impressed by McCarthy's extraordinary writing style, I decided to do a bit more exploring of her work. After some consideration, I settled on this particular book - which has a somewhat misleading title at first glance. However, as I delved deeper into it, the title soon revealed its true essence as 'Bad Memories of a Catholic Girlhood'.

In the early years of their lives, the author and her three younger male siblings遭遇了巨大的不幸. Their parents passed away due to a flu epidemic. They were then taken in by relatives, but the phrase 'taken in' had a dual meaning. While their life with their mom and dad had been relatively enjoyable (even though their dad was a bit irresponsible financially), the kids quickly realized that they had essentially become third-class citizens in a class-conscious environment dominated by fierce (albeit taciturn) matriarchs and somewhat-milquetoast (or faux-macho) men.

~ all in the name of religion, which was supposed to be a source of comfort and guidance, but seemed to have a different effect in this case.

Apparently, these collected recollections first appeared as magazine pieces. When they were combined into a book, McCarthy cleverly added addendums to all sections except the last. These additions serve, in part, to remind us that memory can be unreliable. McCarthy took the opportunity to correct errors in perception that were pointed out by her siblings and others. She also shared that she received a significant amount of hate mail for her 'attacks' on the Catholic church. ~ However, on the other hand, she also received an equal amount of grateful thanks from those who told her that her experiences were similar to their own.

With this work, McCarthy is not directly criticizing the Catholic church itself, but rather those who follow its tenets - or those who did when she was a young girl. Time and time again, she describes people leading lives of rather pointless austerity, with little room in their hearts for acts of love. These are generally people who have misinterpreted 'love' as 'tough love', lacking a truly loving nature.

Although it is true that Catholic schools - then or now - have not monopolized hypocrisy or cruelty, it is also a fact that they have their share of such issues. I myself am a product of Catholic school (from grade school through college) - and, although I am no longer Catholic, I can attest to much of what McCarthy writes. Even if I didn't experience uncomfortable or unpleasant things as directly as she did, I certainly witnessed more than I would like to remember. (One of the values of a book like this - a detailed memoir - is that it encourages the reader to look back into their own young life and reflect on things that are worth reviewing.)

As is the case with 'The Group', these memories are written impeccably. Overall, McCarthy is a keen observer of both physical details and character. The only thing that made me a bit sad while reading this book is that it seems McCarthy's experiences led her to become an atheist. While this is understandable given the circumstances, it still feels like a bit of a 'throwing the baby out with the bathwater' situation - when in fact, the genuine aspects of the spirit have nothing to do with the established (and largely flawed) dictates of man-made 'religious' doctrine.

It took me a while to read this.

In part, this is because the opening chapters tell a horrific story of McCarthy's abuse at the hands of sadistic relatives. The details are truly harrowing and make for difficult reading.

However, the story then moves on to her subsequent life with her grandparents. Here, we see a different side of McCarthy, as she has occasional comic brushes with Catholicism.

Despite this, it is not clear that McCarthy ever truly made sense of her childhood. The book ends on a note of bewilderment, leaving the reader to wonder what impact her early experiences had on her as an adult.

Overall, this is a powerful and thought-provoking read that offers a unique perspective on the effects of childhood trauma.

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I absolutely adored getting lost within the pages of this memoir.

McCarthy pen down, in a distinctively Catholic way, regarding the mysteries of faith. It's not the faith in God or religion per se, but rather the mysteries of the faith we all possess in our families. This exploration commences from a very tender age and persists until the conclusion of our lives.

When it comes to families, we are forever wondering - Why is he or she like that? Nevertheless, we incessantly seek their approval and insights, and we make great efforts to reach an understanding of our families. McCarthy delves into this ceaseless fascination that we all share, especially in the final chapter of the book.

This book is also highly unique in that, subsequent to many of the narratives presented, there are concise sections wherein the author analyzes and critiques her own work and offers insights into her process.

It provides a fascinating look into the mind of the author and adds an extra layer of depth to the overall reading experience.

The truth is that it doesn't matter whether she was Catholic or had been Jewish, Protestant or of any other religion. Mary tells us about her life, from when she became an orphan, at the mercy of her grandparents and her uncles. The Catholic theme is dealt with because she was a boarder, when she went to live with her maternal grandparents in a convent, but it is not, as I said, the "Catholicism" that prevails in the story. It is rather the feeling of abandonment, of sadness, of a drowned childhood. And also a look at American society in the early 20th century.

It is readable, although at times it has bored me and I have wanted to finish it.

Mary's story is a complex one, filled with emotions and experiences that shape her character. Growing up without her parents, she is forced to rely on the kindness of her relatives. The convent environment adds another layer to her life, with its rules and traditions.

Despite the moments of boredom, the book offers valuable insights into the social and cultural context of the time. It shows how people lived, what their values were, and how they coped with the challenges of life.

Overall, it is a book that makes you think and reflect on the importance of family, love, and acceptance.

Overall, "Memories of a Catholic Girlhood" offers fascinating snapshots of a child and later a young adult's life. After her parents' death, she was raised by relatives. It was an unusual upbringing, but the only one she had to compare with in her life.

Mary McCarthy was just six when her parents decided to move from Seattle (her mother's parents' home) to Minneapolis (her father's). During the train trip, the whole family got the flu and her parents passed away. This marked the start of her journey in search of herself and her place in her family or families.

The story is told through somewhat fictionalized flashbacks, especially of the early years, based on her memories, with afterwords that corroborate or correct some details from discussions with her brothers who shared the early years in Minneapolis. The years in Seattle are all from Mary's memory, as the boys were left behind by her grandfather Preston in Minnesota and she didn't see them for years.

The title is, in a way, a misnomer. Mary rejects the Catholic title early on, yet it seems to still be a part of her. She describes the daily school routines in convent school before transferring to an Episcopalian High School with her grandfather's agreement. She becomes a very young atheist, skilled at navigating the various systems she has to live in, whether it's the Preston household, the convent school, the new high school, or apparently, adult life.

I liked the sections where she takes a step back and assesses what she has written with a more objective authorial eye. I think these sections help the whole narrative gel more completely and make more sense when we consider the youth of the original narrator.

This is an interesting memoir that speaks of a bygone era but also of some things that unfortunately still happen today. It has a lot to offer the right reader.

An e-copy of this book was provided by NetGalley.

McCarthy stands out as a writer with the widest and most sophisticated vocabulary among all those I have ever read.

Her stories are truly brilliant in their perceptions. She has the remarkable ability to contrast what actually occurs with what is commonly believed to happen.

She is a fearless truth-teller, unafraid to cut through the nonsense and present things exactly as they are.

She wasn't favored simply because she was a rebel; rather, she was favored because of her extraordinary creativity. These two aspects are like two sides of the same coin.

As a Minneapolitan, it was fascinating for me to read about her years in Minneapolis, despite the fact that she was treated horribly by her adoptive parents.

I was glad that her grandfather rescued her from those nasty adopted parents.

She is an incredible writer and scholar. Just imagine falling in love with Julius Caesar, and in Latin no less!

I am determined to read more of her books and explore the depths of her literary genius.

It was an extremely interesting tale that truly captivated my attention.

I thoroughly enjoyed not only the stories themselves but also the author's meticulous process of revisiting and correcting the details of her memories.

The way she delved back into her past, sifting through the sands of time to uncover the accurate details, added a layer of authenticity and depth to the narrative.

It was as if I was on a journey with her, experiencing her memories along with her.

The corrected details brought the stories to life in a more vivid way, allowing me to better understand the events and the emotions that accompanied them.

This attention to detail and the willingness to revise and improve made the article a truly engaging and worthwhile read.

I found myself completely immersed in the author's world, eager to learn more about her experiences and the lessons she had drawn from them.

Overall, it was a remarkable piece that left a lasting impression on me.

Very well written!

However, due to the outline presented at the beginning of the book and the analysis provided after each chapter, I simply could not make it through.

The repetition of information and the constant questioning regarding the validity of each story made the whole thing long-winded and rather boring.

It's truly a pity.

Despite the author's evident writing skills, these elements seemed to detract from the overall reading experience.

The outline, while perhaps intended to provide a roadmap, ended up feeling more like a hindrance.

And the chapter-by-chapter analysis, rather than enhancing understanding, often made the narrative feel overly dissected and fragmented.

As a result, what could have been an engaging read turned into a tiresome slog.

It's a shame that these aspects didn't work together more harmoniously to create a more enjoyable and fulfilling literary experience.

Going to the incomplete shelf, there are just too many interruptions. This is a memoir in a classic style, filled with some truly great lyrical prose by McCarthy. Her parents pass away, and suddenly the four children find themselves orphans. Their grand aunt takes them in, but unfortunately, the grand uncle is an abusive fool. However, throughout the book, Mary constantly interrupts to explain the scenes and her perception of what truly happened. Is it imagination or reality? Huh? I keep waiting impatiently to get to the real story here. But with all these interruptions, it seems as if I'm reading two books simultaneously. It's quite a strange experience. I'll have to try reading it again later, hoping to make more sense of it and perhaps uncover the true essence that lies beneath all these disruptions.