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Brown, Rachel Manija (Author)
ISBN: 1594861390
Rodale Press
Published 2005-10
Hardcover , $23.95 (352p)
Biography & Autobiography | Women; Travel | Asia | India; Biography & Autobiography | Childhood Memoir
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Reviewed 2005-06-27
Adolescence is never easy, but add a move to a foreign country, immersion in a fringe "spiritual community" and attendance at a school where your classmates throw rocks at you, and it becomes downright disturbing. In this quirky, frank coming-of-age memoir, television writer Brown deftly recounts her childhood spent in an ashram in India in the 1980s, as the only resident child in a community of (mostly) Westerners who worshipped Baba, a self-proclaimed leader of a vague spiritual "way of life." Brown, known to her parents as Mani Mao, spent her days at Holy Wounds of Jesus Christ the Savior School, the recounting of which is initially quite humorous, but soon takes a turn for the worse as readers realize the unending physical and emotional abuse Brown endured due to her foreign status. (A particularly funny scene occurs when Brown returns to India years later and is chased in her car by children who throw rocks. "Had their older siblings passed down the Legend of Mani Mao?" Brown wonders.) While extensive on the depictions of "Baba," whom Brown never met nor felt any connection to, this is a poignant memoir that reflects a painful time with wit and insight. Agent, Brian DeFiore. (Oct.)
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Just so you know: you can sign up for a trial membership. I do that every time Scott or me have a review in PW.
Justine
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Nice review!
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Congrats!
Christina
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Now let me annotate this:
1. My parents did not call me "Mani Mao." That was the nasty nickname the local kids stuck me with. I don't think the reviewer was reading very carefully, because that is not a subtle point.
2. The school was extremely abusive to all the kids, not just me as a foreigner. Again, not a subtle or easily-missed point.
3. There is exactly one chapter devoted to Baba, to fill in readers on who he was given that I never met him.
Oh, well, at least it's generally positive.
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My prediction for the blurb from that review they'll use in publicity: "A poignant memoir that reflects a painful time with wit and insight."
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Justine
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And the book cover rocks, too.
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Peeps and So Yesterday are in the mail!
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