An Angel at my Table (Autobiography, #1-3) by Janet FrameShe was ugly. She tried to kill herself. Several times she mentioned her rotting teeth, implying the inferiority complex she much have developed because of it, her wild shock of curly hair which almost always elicited the suggestion from others to have it straightened, her lack of fashionable clothes. At one dance party she attended no one had asked her to dance so she went home early, by herself, then pretended the next day that she had a blast the night previous.
Her family was poor and she had suffered the deaths of two of her siblings. Mistakenly diagnosed as schizophrenic, at that time when very little was known about mental illnesses (she was born in 1924 in Dunedin, New Zealand), she spent some eight years in and out of mental institutions. Earlier she had left her hometown for the city to study and become a teacher but this didnt pan out. And so there she was, this poor miserable young woman: physically unattractive, with rotting teeth (later extracted so now with dentures), most likely with halitosis, a failure in her intended career, carrying the stigma of being a madwoman, a virgin and probably single for life.
Yet she had made me adore her.
This is the second of her three-volume autobiography. I havent read the first and the third, but this one was enough for me to see the inner beauty of this writer who, as she draws you into her pain, longings and dreams could make you whisper through the pages, as if she could hear you, no, no, no, you are not ugly. You are special, truly beautiful, and you weave your words like fragrant garlands from heavenly gardens though you may have written them under the most abject conditions while you worked as a housemaid, waitress and hotel chambermaid. I imagine you blushing now, Janet Frame. Jean! But didnt you yourself write it here, after reading one of Tolstoys masterpieces--
There is a freedom born from the acknowledgement of greatness in literature, as if one gave away what one desired to keep, and in giving, there is a new space cleared for growth, an onrush of a new season beneath a secret sun. Acknowledging any great work of art is like being in love; one walks on air; any decline, destruction, death are within, not in the beloved; it is a falling in love with immortality, a freedom, a flight in paradise.?
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Here is the story of a curly-haired little redhead who grew up to be one of New Zealand's best authors, after enduring ordeals that would have put most people into a madhouse. The irony is that she was already in the madhouse, misdiagnosed as a schizophrenic, and subjected to more than electroshock treatments even though there was nothing really wrong with her except for shyness and depression.
An Angel at my Table
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Initially broadcast on New Zealand television as a three-part miniseries in , we are shown Janet at three different stages of her development — as gifted but wayward child, as shy and painfully uncomfortable-in-her-own-skin young adult, and as grown woman who survives the horrors of eight years of incarceration in a psychiatric institution where she underwent a seemingly endless series of shock therapy treatments — to emerge as a successful writer, a world traveller and a woman who has reclaimed her sexuality and her independence. At successive ages Janet is played by three actresses Karen Fergusson, Alexia Keogh, and Kerry Fox and it is their united achievement to show the genius growing within the child, and the child flourishing inside the grown woman. Campion can make even the most serene landscape appear as a haunted, dark space that seems at once both alien and familiar. While no harm is done, there is a palpable threat in the air, an anticipation of evil. Born in in Dunedin, a small seaside town in southern New Zealand, Janet Frame was one of five children in a poor, happy, rough-around-the-edges family. Campion shows their poverty without romanticizing it. Each hardship the family faces for example, the death of two daughters or the epileptic fits suffered by a son adds tension but also reveals abiding love in each of the relationships within it.
Only into production did the New Zealand Film Commission suggest a theatrical release, apparently because the biopic is the singular genre that looks, feels, and acts like episodic television and still plays nominally well in movie theaters. They seamlessly pass the psychological baton and collectively sculpt a convincing portrait of growth. While its characters may appear to be, and often behave as, stereotypical rednecks and bumbling small-town cops, the film approaches them not with contempt, but with a bemused kind of empathy, finding a very human vulnerability lurking beneath their strange and oafish behaviors. Make no mistake, the people in the film do some pretty bizarre things. And so they do, shotgunning beers, smoking tons of weed, shooting off fireworks, and firing rifles in a raucous intoxicated haze, all of which is captured in elegiac slow motion, and lit with chiaroscuro beauty. But The Death of Dick Long withholds the truly freaky stuff these guys get up to that night until nearly an hour into its running time.