This book found me when I was going through the darkest time
of my life. I always had a thin book that talked to me when I thought I lost. ‘My
Name is Lucy Barton’ is such a book for me. You won’t find the mesmerising
fantasies, ornamental language or unexpected plot twists in this book. It is a normal
story of a woman who has survived poverty and post-war hardships. You don’t
have to go through all of her life. Her life is compressed into barely 200
pages and presented between a hospital-time conversation between the character
and her mother. Somehow the book resonated with me more than anything. After a
long time, I scribbled down lines from this book, that meant something to me.
I felt for Lucy Barton and everything that happened in her life.
The time she went through poverty, and how she faced the class difference in society.
How she was herself, and how she learned new things. I have felt stuck in time
and life but believed in the journey. When I look at Lucy Barton I somehow, feel
hopeful. But this is not a story of hope, inspiration or miracles. It is just
life.
Lucy Barton, the narrator of the story was admitted to the
hospital for some symptoms and they were running her through some tests to
figure out what was happening to her. Fortunately, the book's prime focus is
not the medical terms or the physical sufferings of the narrator. Her mother
was there in the hospital to look after her. They are meeting after a long
time. Mother and daughter relations with all of their complexities are portrayed
in the book. They didn’t have fights or blame each other for anything. They were
not acting like the best mother and daughter as all the new media posts. They tell
each other stories, stories of people they both knew from the past. What happened
to each and everyone they knew and they shared their opinions and views on the
situation. They disagree sometimes and agree on some other things.
The conversations between Lucy and her mother, the journey
through the memories of Lucy, her education, love, family… ‘My Name is Lucy
Barton’ is simply life. How people love and care for each other may vary from
person to person and is complicated. People express emotions based on the
responses they received in their early lives when they became expressive about
themselves. It is also remarkable that the author uses simple
language and situations to communicate life's layers and emotions' complexities.
Lucy Barton is a deep one. The book is like a coming-of-age story. Elizabeth
Strout brilliantly told us how childhood wounds stay with us and form our
personality and behaviour.
When you are so overwhelmed with werewolves, dragons and
vampires, this book is a detoxifying agent. Like an eye-opener, this book can
show you how simple life can be, but how complex it is. The depth and layers of
human lives are sometimes more than enough to compete with any magic or
fantasies.

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