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Bezig met laden... The Skin Above My Kneedoor Marcia Butler
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Meld je aan bij LibraryThing om erachter te komen of je dit boek goed zult vinden. Op dit moment geen Discussie gesprekken over dit boek. Originally published at TheBibliophage.com. I was utterly captivated by Marcia Butler’s memoir, The Skin Above My Knee. As Butler says in a YouTube video, music saved her life. It was the one constant in a world full of discouragement and outright destruction. Butler discovered music at a young age, and really began to connect when she started to play herself. While she started with the flute, it was the oboe that became her North Star. From the outside, her family looked like a fairly typical middle class family. But the truth was more insidious. I particularly felt Butler’s pain regarding her relationship with her mother. While her father was more overtly abusive, it was her mother’s distance and failure to ever engage that struck the deepest chord. That primary relationship of mother and daughter is integral to every woman’s life. We often assume that it’s always filled with sweetness and light, support and love. Well, Butler is here to tell us it’s not. And I second that emotion. After high school, Butler attended music school in Manhattan, navigating the new situation without the slightest parental support. As much as she held the oboe to play, this is when the oboe really starts to hold her up. It becomes her lifeline, the normality in a life of twenty-something exploration and bad decisions. Those bad decisions start to add up to bad relationships, drinking and drugs without much control. Butler’s story could be the memoir of a lot of folks during the 70s and 80s in New York City. But she has music, with transcendent moments to recharge and ground her. Her music career gives her focus and purpose. I believe in the power of reinvention. In Butler’s case, the child became the young woman, who then became a full adult. The student became a professional freelancer, who continued to extend her skills to other musical forms. The musician became a writer, and so on. I salute Marcia Butler for her strength and courage to persist and keep reinventing in the face of tremendous odds. Butler’s book is a dichotomy of cringe-worthy craziness and the healing power of music. She skillfully manages the delicate balance of both sides. As in a music score, there are moments of adagio, moving to allegretto, and even some presto. Butler weaves the stories and various tones together in a way that left me feeling uplifted at the end, despite the darkness of many chapters. This is a fantastic memoir—you won’t be able to stop reading it! Many thanks to the author for a copy of the book in exchange for my honest review. This is a memoir with a difference: the author's miserable childhood stands in devastating contrast to her professional success as an oboist. It's tough to imagine how parental abuse, both sexual and neglectful, becomes motivation. Butler is able to bring together the two elements, as well as the third, her own self-destructive tendencies, to open the reader's eyes to her courage and her ultimate victories. She's a good writer, and one wants to know what she's been doing since 2008, when she leaves the world of professional music and the memoir ends.
"Her courageous memoir is a testament to the power of art to inspire and heal." "But while “The Skin Above My Knee” is overwritten in places (it would appear the author never met an adjective she couldn’t find a job for), it ultimately succeeds because it leaves readers knowing a thing or two about an esoteric world they probably never thought about before. "
The unflinching story of a professional oboist who finds order and beauty in music as her personal life threatens to destroy her. Music was everything for Marcia Butler. Growing up in an emotionally desolate home with an abusive father and a distant mother, she devoted herself to the discipline and rigor of the oboe, and quickly became a young prodigy on the rise in New York City's competitive music scene. But haunted by troubling childhood memories while balancing the challenges of a busy life as a working musician, Marcia succumbed to dangerous men, drugs and self-destruction. In her darkest moments, she asked the hardest question of all: Could music truly save her life? A memoir of startling honesty and subtle, profound beauty, The Skin Above My Knee is the story of a woman finding strength in her creative gifts and artistic destiny. Filled with vivid portraits of 1970's New York City, and fascinating insights into the intensity and precision necessary for a career in professional music, this is more than a narrative of a brilliant musician struggling to make it big in the big city. It is the story of a survivor. One of 2017's 35 over 35 One of the Washington Post's Top 10 Classical Music Moments of the Year Geen bibliotheekbeschrijvingen gevonden. |
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As a person who loves music without being able to articulate why or how, I appreciated how she has captured the experience of being surrounded by glorious sounds. Since I am a non-musician—and frightfully ignorant of classical music—she served as an able translator, giving an authentic sense of what it is like in the orchestra pit, communicating with the other musicians, and following (or ignoring) the conductor. The amount of effort involved in rehearsing, practicing, and preparing reeds is phenomenal. Performing at such a high level of artistry is not for the faint of heart!
Alternating chapters place the reader in the midst of her musical achievements (written in second person) and allow us to bear witness (in first person) to the hidden, out-of-control life she led as a young woman in New York, convinced she is unworthy of affection and determined to confront harm. There are many ways to be abandoned and she suffered several of the worst kinds of blows. Having endured a childhood at the hands of parents who were both icy cold and deeply manipulative, she later chose the worst men: dangerous, brutal, and snide.
But, as she writes, “You have a sound ringing in your ears all day every day that cannot be silenced. It is your essence—your soul turned inside out, exposing you for the world to notice, scrutinize, and perhaps love.” It is our good fortune that in “The Skin Above My Knee,” Marcia Butler has exposed herself for us to notice and love.
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