The premise of this book didn’t grab my attention straightway; a street in England, one side Jewish, the other Christian, on the eve of WWI. But then you open the first page and learn that Mr. Bernstein is a natural born story teller. Before you know it, you’re caught up in the saga of a poverty-torn street in England and its occupants struggle for dignity.
Just as amazing is the that the author was aged 96 before he published. We’ve covered a lot of journeys on Novel Journey, but that has to be one of my favorite ones. Not only did he finally publish at 96, but he is now multi-published. I’m so glad he succeeded because his voice and talent shine.
Bleed on paper–that’s the advice writers are often given. Jeanette Walls surely did when she turned around and confronted her past, finding both its sweetness and its sorrow.
I’d heard of the Glass Castle, but was unable to pin down what the book was about. All I kept hearing was, “Trust me, read it.” Someone else said, “It’s a memoir but it’s written like a novel, the way I wish I could write a novel.” So when I had a chance to pick up a copy, I did.
What touched me with this book was its frank honesty. So many times we write things slanted towards our current worldview. A good example of this is how many historical novels have characters that believe modern ideals rather than those of the novel’s day and age. This memoir manages to do what so few writers manage . . . she shows the worldview she had as a child, without her adult views interfering. It is quite a feat.
There is a richness these two memoirs offer writers, the ability to capture the human struggle with honesty. We are taught that our villains and heroes should not be two dimensional . . . but more like in real life. If you want to see how that can look on paper, memoirs are essential.