Figment of my imagination book
An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCrackenThis is the happiest story in the world with the saddest ending, writes Elizabeth McCracken in her powerful, inspiring memoir. A prize-winning, successful novelist in her 30s, McCracken was happy to be an itinerant writer and self-proclaimed spinster. But suddenly she fell in love, got married, and two years ago was living in a remote part of France, working on her novel, and waiting for the birth of her first child.
This book is about what happened next. In her ninth month of pregnancy, she learned that her baby boy had died. How do you deal with and recover from this kind of loss? Of course you dont--but you go on. And if you have ever experienced loss or love someone who has, the company of this remarkable book will help you go on.
Sabrina Orah Mark & Elizabeth McCracken Reading at Malvern Books pt. 1
A prize-winning, successful novelist in her 30s, Elizabeth McCracken was happy to be an itinerant writer and self-proclaimed spinster. Then she fell in love, got married, and continued her life of writing, travelling, and teaching with her husband. Two years ago, she found herself in a remote part of France, waiting for the birth of her first child.
A poignant matter of life and death
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F or Elizabeth McCracken, pregnancy was a revelation. In her late 30s the prize-winning American novelist had gladly described herself as a spinster, content to play the role of oddball auntie to other people's children. Then she met and married a handsome English author, and soon they were expecting a baby boy. They moved to rural France, holing up in a former home for single mothers where McCracken took care to eat properly and knock on wood often. The pregnancy progressed without a hitch, and their son-to-be acquired a name: Pudding. It was in the ninth month of the pregnancy that calamity struck.