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Expecting to Fly : A Sixties Reckoning

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I love Dudman's clear focused writing, and I was curious whether she'd be able to successfully re-create such a turbulent, unfocused time. She did it. With her terse, vibrant words, she sucked me back thirty-five years into my old skin, or rather, my young skin and allowed me to re-live those painful, sometimes wonderful, self aware years. Interestingly, I found myself relating as much to her parents as I did to Martha. I'm not a kid anymore, although I surely once was, but now, I am a parent too. Consequently, the book flung me headlong into an out of body experience, and I found myself mentally rushing back and forth between Martha and her parents hoping to mediate. Of course, we know the futility of interrupting a rite of passage. However, when Martha extended her hand through time and actually tried to touch her former self, I felt validation, and knew that somehow, thanks to gravity, thanks to time, thanks to the rite of shedding old skins, things would eventually be ok. And they were, and they are.

Dudman strikes a universal theme in Expecting to Fly, capturing the wonderlust and uncertainty of youth. Dudman's excellent writing makes this book hard to put down.

As a child of the 80's, I found it interesting to read about the 60's. As a person who, like many people, survived an adolescence of substance and sexual experimentation and a longing to find myself and belong, I found it very refreshing. Pressures of growing up aren't isolated to "my generation." They are an age-old phenomenon, albeit slightly altered to the decade of coming-of-age. I loved this book and passed it on to friends who also loved it.

I found the narratives about LSD were particularly great since it's something so hard to describe to others who have never done it. She hits the nail on the head and made me really remember what it felt like!

...but I didn't.

The prose often sounds like it came straight from a writing course, sometimes woefully artsy and very mannered. Repeated words embedded within terse sentences and one-word objective correlatives, followed by Faulkneresque run-ons sounded contrived and disingenuous.

However, there's humor and pathos, and some recognizable period detail (especially if you're from the East Coast) that's appetizing. It's just one person's "sixties reckoning," of course, and obviously it won't always be the same as your own. An admirable attempt to reconcile past and present, the book would have had more power if the writing didn't get in the way. Just a personal opinion, others may enjoy her writerly style.

I picked this book up at a thrift store. If I could get my $1.50 back, I would. For starters, the grammar is terrible. The commas are either misplaced or non existent, which I guess could be excused due to artistic license. But the editors didn't even bother to catch elementary spelling mistakes.
As for the story, I was bored. The author seemed to fall in love with every man she came into contact with in that decade. I was rather disgusted with reading about her repeated attempts to please men who practically raped her. I recommend burning any copies of this book you find.

Yet another book full of whining, navel-gazing, self-centered Boomer pap...when are publishers going to quit churning this stuff out? A spiritual journey from Nowhere to Nowhere, boringly recounted. Omit.