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Black Milk by Elif Shafak
Black Milk by Elif Shafak
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267 pages
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An acclaimed Turkish novelist’s personal account of balancing a writer’s life with a mother’s life.
After the birth of her first child in 2006, Turkish writer Elif Shafek suffered from postpartum depression that triggered a profound personal crisis. Infused with guilt, anxiety, and bewilderment about whether she could ever be a good mother, Shafak stopped writing and lost her faith in words altogether. In this elegantly written memoir, she retraces her journey from free-spirited, nomadic artist to dedicated but emotionally wrought mother. Identifying a constantly bickering harem of women who live inside of her, each with her own characteristics–the cynical intellectual, the goal-oriented go-getter, the practical-rational, the spiritual, the maternal, and the lustful–she craves harmony, or at least a unifying identity. As she intersperses her own experience with the lives of prominent authors such as Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf, Alice Walker, Ayn Rand, and Zelda Fitzgerald, Shafak looks for a solution to the inherent conflict between artistic creation and responsible parenting.
With searing emotional honesty and an incisive examination of cultural mores within patriarchal societies, Shafak has rendered an important work about literature, motherhood, and spiritual well-being.
2 reviews for Black Milk by Elif Shafak
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AMAL BEDHYEFI
Ugh how can I describe this book ? MARVELOUS.
Loved reading about her life , her struggles with her inner-selves , her thoughts , her fears , her emotions .. pretty much loved reading everything she wrote .
Her style of writing is captivating and so easy to read .
However, what I enjoyed the most about this book isthe fact that i’ve learned a lot through reading it ! I knew other strong female writers that I , unfortunately , knew nothing about until yesterdat , i knew that George Elliot is actually Mary Anne , that Sylvia Path was not happy within her marriage and how she killed herself .. How Tolstoi treated his wife .. & how Sophia loved him unconditionally..
Through this book , I’ve learned that we should embrace and love every part of ourselves , every part of our personalities ..
What an emotional & intellectual trip inside Shafak’s mind
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LAVINIA
Excellent. I postponed reading it for so long, but apparently, this was the perfect timing for this book and I. Quite intriguing, what I didn’t like at its fullest now was Shafak the fiction writer. I could have been spared the conversations between her and the choir of discordant voices/Thumbelinas/finger-fairies, but then again, I completely understand the need of inserting the dialogues in the book, and maybe if I listen attentive enough I can hear my own Thumbelinas asking for their rights, pushing me into doing one thing or another.
Shafak the non-fiction writer, the mother to be and then the post-partum diagnosed new mother is something I cannot comment on. It just happens and you deal with it, one way or another. There’s no solution she gives for overcoming depression, but there’s her own experience to help.
And then, my favourite, Shafak the researcher, the scholar. While baffled whether it is indeed the right time to become a mother or if she will ever be a good one and a good writer at the same time, she started taking examples from the literary world, successful women writers who either chose not to have children, or had some and successfully managed being mothers and writers, plus others who abandoned them or couldn’t have them. There are so many women writers on my “to-read” list right now because of how she managed to bring them up and tell their stories of womanhood and writinghood*, I think I won’t be reading male writers for a while. 🙂
*I think this word doesn’t exist, will Merriam-Webster give me some credit for it?