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by Barbara Grizzuti Harrison

  • Author: Barbara Grizzuti Harrison
  • ISBN: 0395780004
  • ISBN13: 978-0395780008
  • ePub: 1601 kb | FB2: 1960 kb
  • Language: English
  • Category: Arts & Literature
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt; 1st Edition edition (May 1, 1996)
  • Pages: 396
  • Rating: 4.8/5
  • Votes: 110
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An Accidental Autobiography ePub download

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison (September 14, 1934 – April 24, 2002) was an American journalist, essayist and memoirist.

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison (September 14, 1934 – April 24, 2002) was an American journalist, essayist and memoirist. Barbara Grizzuti was born in Queens, New York City, on September 14, 1934. Her parents were first-generation Americans; her grandparents were immigrants from Calabria in Southern Italy. She later described her childhood as deeply troubled.

The book is not structured chronologically but alphabetically by topics beginning with Breathing Lessons, and ending with SwimmingLessons

The book is not structured chronologically but alphabetically by topics beginning with Breathing Lessons, and ending with SwimmingLessons. Readers get an immediate feel for the precocious young Harrison girl who is at odds with a mother who spoons out cod liver oil, who proselytizes for the Jehovah's and who "slept in my bedroom but could not bear to touch my flesh. Her father is a mysteriously abusive man who at one point attempts to kill Harrison.

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Barbara Grizzuti Harrison. When asked to describe this book, Harrison responds, "An autobiography in which I am not the main character. In her unconventional though never arbitrary approach, she writes about memory, and since memories tend to attach themselves to "things, " she writes about collecting and acquiring them in a marvelous chapter entitled "Loot and Lists and Lust (and Things).

Originally published: 1996.

With chapters arranged alphabetically, with one memory leading to another,An Accidental Autobiography is a window onto a life lived with warmth, passion, and generosity of spirit-and. ISBN13:9780395860007. Release Date:May 1997.

Discover Barbara Grizzuti Harrison famous and rare quotes. An Accidental Autobiography, Mariner Books. There are no original ideas. There are only original people. Barbara Grizzuti Harrison. Ideas, People, Original Ideas. All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination. Success, Creativity, Ideas. Porches are America's lost rooms. America, Rooms, Lost. Barbara Grizzuti Harrison (1996). Barbara Harrison redirects here. For the Brookside character, see List of Brookside characters. During her illness she completed her last book, An Accidental Autobiography. As the title implied, the book was less a straightforward memoir than a ess collection of memories and reflections, loosely organised by theme.

Six years in the writing, from an author described as " brilliant," " masterful," and" at once a writer's writer and a pleasure giver to the world," An Accidental Autobiography will delight and enchant Barbara Grizzuti Harrison's legion of fans and win her a wealth of new readers as she turns her incantatory prose and remarkable powers of scrutiny on the life. she's lived and the woman she's become. When asked to describe the book she was writing, she responded, " An autobiography in which I am not the main character.

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison, September 14, American writer Barbara . Harrison’s first book was published in 1969. Harrison published her autobiography, An Accidental Autobiography in 1996.

Barbara Grizzuti Harrison, September 14, American writer Barbara Grizzuli Harrison was born to in Jamaica, Queens, New York on the 14 September 1934, She was of Italian descent. It was Unlearning the Lie: Sexism in School. She also wrote articles for Ms. Magazine and other publications. Visions of Glory (1978) was a landmark book for Harrison. It was a memoir plus a historical look into the Jehovah’s Witness church.

When asked to describe this book, Harrison responds, "An autobiography in which I am not the main character." In her unconventional though never arbitrary approach, she writes about memory, and since memories tend to attach themselves to "things," she writes about collecting and acquiring them in a marvelous chapter entitled "Loot and Lists and Lust (and Things)." And since memories also attach themselves to people, in "Men and God(s)" she talks about men - those in her life and those she's wished were. She remembers the rooms of her childhood and adolescence in "Rooms: Signs and Symbols," and since memories are also housed in our flesh, she has written "Food, Flesh, and Fashion" and "Scars and Distinguishing Marks." Her own brand of experience with the women's movement is dissected in "Home Economics," and human frailty and illness in "Breathing Lessons."
tamada
"All acts performed in the world begin in the imagination."
--Barbara Grizutti Harrison

This book is a good summer read....
Back in 1999, if I had not been asked to review Barbara Grizutti Harrison's An Accidental Autobiography, I might have bowed out. From the get-go the tone shifts between being academic to sarcastic to tabloid confessional. At times it is overindulgent and haphazard (on page 52 Harrison calls Elias Canetti an Italian novelist: He is a Bulgarian Nobel Prize Winner who wrote in German!). Often, I had to check back to determine if I was reading Harrison's own words, or if she was paraphrasing or quoting someone else's. But--on about page 95--I caught her peculiar humor and found I was no longer pushing but was being pulled by her story. The remainder of ...Autobiogrphy was eccentric, sassy and entertaining.

The book is not structured chronologically but alphabetically by topics beginning with Breathing Lessons, and ending with SwimmingLessons. Readers get an immediate feel for the precocious young Harrison girl who is at odds with a mother who spoons out cod liver oil, who proselytizes for the Jehovah's and who "slept in my bedroom but could not bear to touch my flesh." Her father is a mysteriously abusive man who at one point attempts to kill Harrison.
The author's parents are children of Italian immigrants; they live in Brooklyn. Harrison notes: "I have never lived with people who were in love" and "In the home of my family, I was not safe." Little that is obvious about Italian culture seeps through the parents to Harrison. She experiences it by food--"Grandma's gravy." And Italianness as food reappears throughout the memoir in the lists that Harrison is so fond of writing: "...Parmigiano Reggiano, wild mushroom ravioli, basil baguette loaves, proscuitto di Parma, broccoli di rape..."
A curious link exists between food, Harrison's body, and her yearning for "the buoyant Italian greed for experiencing deeply, everything in a roaring way." Harrison loves food. "It is also the agent of my destruction," she writes.

Harrison has successfully "wreathed and shrouded her body in fat" and abundantly writes about eating, overeating, her big "tits," and her acceptance of immensity. The reader gets the impression that her long, long sentences and the longer lists that she indulges in coincide with her love of food and the mouth. This is both funny and painful: When her mother dies, she writes: "I forgot how to eat."

The book's core, and humor, is the contradiction of Harrison's "loving something that can hurt you." This is depicted in her relationship with her parents, food, the Jehovah Witness Cult, a black Jazzman, and an alcoholic Irish lover. In fact, duality colors most all of what she reports. Readers witness her battles between pleasure and pain, fear and hate, angels and devils She is a wife to a man she doesn't love.

The man she does love is married--and a Jesuit friend assures her that their love is not adulterous. She loves Jazzman, a black musician. Harrison and Jazzman take up with each other once when she is a young, virginal woman and again when she is menopausal. Both times they engage in a passionate and fiery affair that heals both of them. Then, "he leaves me...or I leave him. It doesn't matter," she writes.

Repetitively, and with self deprecation, the author calls herself a freak, an oddball, an outsider. She says of herself as a teenager, "I was very smart and I was very strange." When she travels to Africa, India, Guatemala, and Italy this quality serves her observations.

What Harrison doesn't include in ...Autobiography is much information about her career as a journalist. Too, we certainly find out a lot about the men in her life--including her fornication--but we know little of the women who are important to her, besides the mother.

At biography's end we are left knowing a rather outlandish and intensely verbal woman who has a strong grip on herself and runs with her curiosity, intelligence, and sexuality. She writes that she has never tried to be ordinary, that her life is rich, that God eventually granted her a certain peace, and that her children are tender and bright. She loves the child she was and the 60 year old woman that she is, who still has her passion and wants "everything and more."
AN ACCIDENTAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY:
By Barbara Gruzzuti Harrrison
Mariner Books/Houghton Mifflin, 1997
396pp.
Uickabrod
Harrison's book is a potpourri of insights and reflections on the life of an educated American woman, literature, art, culture, and travel.
In many places, I felt that Harrison repeated the obvious, reiterating the messages of earlier and equally (if not more) perceptive writers. For example, commenting on Fay Weldon's insights about women and fat, Harrison writes: "Fat is a dulling wall between you and the pain of reality; fat is a comfort, an excuse, and an escape from sex." I know this. I've known it for decades. I'm a voracious reader, writer, and connoisseur of insights. I get irritated when people explain things at length that I already know or have figured out on my own.
On the other hand, I was extremely moved by her descriptions of her mother--so much like my own bitter, critical mother. And I found her revelations about her long-standing relationship with a black man riveting and comforting. It shed light on a failed long-term relationship I had with an African-American man. It explains to me why this love will always be in my heart, even though the man is gone.
I have to conclude that the parts of her book that irritate me (much of it) reflect my own issues more than Barbara Harrison's skills as a thinker and writer. Otherwise, how could the other parts have hit home so accurately?
Giamah
I love the writings of the late Barbara Grizzuti Harrison, especially her "Accidental Autobiography."

Question: Does anyone know who the man she refers to as "Jazzman" actually was?

I have been trying to find out for years.

Did she or her loved ones ever make this information known? Or did they want it kept confidential?
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