But she will not speak of her fears. The book is very humorous for the first half. Especially when she thought she was not. For both of us, finally, I know, these are our final days of home. Funny and touching memoir about the relationship between a mother and son. Halfway through the book, the tone becomes more serious and revealing.
She reminded the women, when they excused themselves, not to put paper in the toilet, which was temperamental. The dutiful son intimately imparts his wistful coming-of-age story, recounting his sexual awakenings and profound longing for acceptance. But then he plunges deep, examining the warm yet fraught relationship between mother and son with profound insight and understanding. I picked it up because I was interested in the story of a son caring for his elderly mother with dementia, but the author takes a lot of detours. Betty kept practicing just to make sure she got it right, got it perfect. I have read several hundred American memoirs; I would place Bettyville in the top five. The nights, especially just before bed, are the worst.
Something—her dreams, her thoughts, her memories—hounds my mother at night. This is a very special book and the reader will want to know what happens to Betty. You can take it down like a can from a shelf. But then he plunges deep, examining the warm yet fraught relationship between mother and son with profound insight and understanding. I have walked the streets of New York City, lived in studio apartments, eaten tons of takeout. Recently, as she was preparing for our daily walk, I discovered her trying to put her sock on over her shoe.
It is getting on two months. I love Betty, and I love George Hodgman, whose beautiful book this is. She lives in his hometown called Paris, Missouri George had been living in New York. I was also put off by how he talked about his mother while he cared for her. In grade school, on holidays, the mothers brought refreshments. I have read several hundred American memoirs; I would place Bettyville in the top five. Bet Funny and touching memoir about the relationship between a mother and son.
A lot of people would fold. I am running out of meals I know how to prepare. We like to keep things fresh. You won''t finish this tale dry-eyed. Betty pretends not to notice, but I see how it hurts her feelings. Need to say this will be a biased review.
Something has awakened me, though inside there is only the sound of the air conditioner and outside it is pitch black and quiet, but for the trains. The framing narrative of the book centers on interactions between Hodgman and his mother. My humor makes her look as pained as she did at parties when my father, a tenor, and never bashful, belted out barroom ditties as the other husbands strained to mutter a word. For a long time, as I moved from job to job, I was always praised and got promoted, over and over. Hodgman is by turns wry, laugh-out-loud funny, self-deprecating, insecure to the point of near suicide, and an attentive caregiver despite occasional, understandable resentments.
Will George lure her into assisted living? In doing so, he has given us Betty, a character for the ages. There is a lot she pretends not to notice these days. Things come into focus and then go out of focus and then come in once more sharp and true. Quite brilliant how George is able to tell his own story while he tells the story of the months he spends with his mother Betty at the end of her life. It is about secrets and silences and words. This is a beautiful, illuminating book. By the end of the book, you will feel that you know him better than you know your friends or family.
Will George lure her into assisted living? There are chapters on the colorful residents in small-town Missouri; there are sections on George's publishing career and his experiences as a gay man; there are some awkward and frustrating stories from his childhood; and there are memories of his parents and grandmother. I guess he just wanted the book to take place in that first summer of 2012 when he left New York to spend time with his mother after she lost her Missouri driver's license. George reflects back on his youth and learns a lot abo Bettyville is a wonderful, moving, sad and funny memoir about a man who goes home to take care of his ailing 90 year old mother. Creeks and rivers flood the river bottoms and roads. For as much as the book works on several levels as a meditation on belonging, as a story of growing up gay and the psychic cost of silence, as metaphor for recovery , it is the strong-willed Betty who shines through. Betty is one tough cookie, and she is crumbling.