![]() It’s also less a plot-driven novel than it is a rambling travelogue that stops more than it ends, but with episodes of which I never tired and that produced in me real fear, elation, and sympathy. It didn’t hit me in the way Travel Light did, because it’s not that kind of book if Travel Light is a book for the child that lives within an adult, Memoirs of a Spacewoman is for the adult, ruminating on responsibility, communication, compassion, exploration, relationships. I found a used copy of Memoirs of a Spacewoman, and after reading it almost immediately bought another so I could lend one out without fear of losing it. ![]() It was the darkest part of an awful year, and I remember just sitting on my bed alternating between stunned silence and sobs when I finished it, reading the last page over and over, feeling an intense dislocation between where I was and where I felt I ought to be. ![]() ![]() I’ve been gushing to anyone who’ll listen about Naomi Mitchison and this particular book since Karen Meisner gave me a copy for my birthday in 2011. ![]() Given the whole begin as you mean to go on thing, I’m delighted this went live yesterday: my post on Naomi Mitchison and Travel Light for NPR Books’ “You Must Read This” series. ![]()
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