She’s In

Judith Moore is one of my editors at the San Diego Reader. Her first memoir, Never Eat Your Heart Out, was a New York Times Notable Book – a notable achievement. But her second, Fat Girl, got a review in The New Yorker:

Fat Girl: A True Story, by Judith Moore (Hudson Street; $21.95). For Moore, who weighed a hundred and twelve pounds by the time she entered second grade, food was both her eternal enemy and her only solace; she was neglected or despised by almost everyone around her. “People said when I was a child that inside every fat person a thin person longed to pop out,” she writes. “I did not believe that. I believed that inside every fat person was a hole the size of the world.” But Moore is less concerned with the why of her childhood than with the whatness of it. As a result, much of this brief memoir reads like a sustained shriek of terror and need, stifled only by more food. It also documents, with a child’s wretched matter-of-factness, the hatred that fatness provokes in others. The author’s tormentors never get their comeuppance here, but for the rest of us­who inevitably divide into the contemptuous or the contemptible­there’s plenty of shame to go around.

Now, I have no idea of the relative influence/buzz/cachet of the New York Times Book Review and the New Yorker, but I think it’s fair to say that the New Yorker is still the king of the lit mags, however tarnished its crown might be, or however diminished its kingdom. Judith Moore has made it into the court. Huzzah!

My wife just finished reading it, so now I get a chance. I’ll keep you posted.

Comments

  1. No wonder you’re always so brief in your emails – your too busy wasting time with this thing, you SOB. Why didn’t you tell me?

    And you owe me a LETTER – maybe even TWO!

    Whitheringly,

    JOB

  2. Matthew Lickona says

    I am well rebuked. My only comeback – you owe me a VISIT – maybe even TWO!

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