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While in a sense, this memoir could be seen as a selfpitying cry for attention, Nuala writes with such a sense of selfdeprecation and so much honesty you can’t help but like her and wish the best for her. She writes of all of her mistaken attempts at love, failed relationships – mostly with married men – and her difficulty breaking into the world of public radio and television, though at the point in her life at which she writes the memoir, she is obviously seen as a great success. Being a successful woman of her age in educational programming, however, does not attract fame and fortune; the title of her memoir, she explains, comes from the frequent occasions on which someone will see her and have a vague sense that she must be an important personality, and query, “Are you…somebody?”

The memoir is Nuala’s examination of her life from a standpoint of a search for fulfillment – as an older woman with no partner and no children, she feels a sense of loneliness and lack. Through this examination, however, she comes to a new sense of self, a sense of interconnectedness with people with similar experiences and a similar love for literature. I wouldn’t personally go so far as to say I found her memoir “empowering” or “enlightening,” but it was still an interesting read. I found it engrossing primarily because I very quickly grew to like and admire Nuala, and wanted to know, if at the end of her journey into introspection, she found happiness.
It's so great to follow an obscure impulse to pick a book of which you know absolutely nothing,and have it surprise you with numerous insights pertinent to your situation. I had never heard of Nuala O'Faolain until I encounterd her in the course of a browse in the library.I liked the title and I liked her face,reproduced in a photo strip along the side of the book,the same photo,in vivid colour at the top,fading to green;a face that looked straight out at the viewer,both tough and vulnerable.

And so she revealed herself to be,endearing herself to me not only for her honesty and her unflinching eye but her unostentatiously clever turn of a phrase. Second in a family of nine,she shatters the assumption of any cosy situation,for there were dramatic problems that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

But she did have the gift of reading,and a liberal selection.
"That was where I came from" she writes,"from inside the books I'd read."

Not a typical bookworm though. She had a zest for life and the fun of it. Her determination took her from poverty and the certain future of wife with children, to a life of travel and adventure and a modest success,sabatogued undoubtedly by her drinking and her unhappy love affairs. A genuine Bohemian and an inquisitive,restless soul,her empathy and gentleness develop over the course of the writing to fuse in a serenity that seems to suit her;a gracious acceptance of what life has handed her and a rich appreciation of what she has made of it. Before writing this landmark memoir, O’Faolain was a TV documentary producer and Irish Times columnist. Her upbringing in poverty is reminiscent of Frank McCourt’s: one of nine children, she had a violent father and an alcoholic mother who cheated on each other and never seemed to achieve happiness. Educated at a convent school and at university in Dublin (until she dropped out), she was a literaryminded romantic who bounced between relationships and couldn’t decide whether marriage or a career should be her highest aim. Though desperate not to become her mother – a bitter, harried woman who’d wanted to be a book reviewer – she didn’t want to miss out on a chance for love either.

O’Faolain feels she was born slightly too early to benefit from the women’s movement. “I could see sexism in operation everywhere in society; once your consciousness goes ping you can never again stop seeing that. But I was quite unaware of how consistently I put the responsibility for my personal happiness off onto men.” Chapter 16 is a standout, though with no explanation (all her other lovers were men) it launches into an account of her 15 years living with Nell McCafferty, “by far the most lifegiving relationship of my life.”

Although this is in many respects an ordinary story, the geniality and honesty of the writing account for its success. It was an instant bestseller in Ireland, spending 20 weeks at number one, and made the author a household name. I especially loved her encounters with literary figures. For instance, on a year’s scholarship at Hull she didn’t quite meet Philip Larkin, who’d been tasked with looking after her, but years later had a bizarre dinner with him and his mother, both rather deaf; and David Lodge was a friend. The boarding school section reminded me of The Country Girls. Two bookish memoirs I’d recommend as readalikes are Ordinary Dogs by Eileen Battersby and Leave Me Alone, I’m Reading by Maureen Corrigan. This book gets five stars, which in this case means: brilliant; read it if you have any interest in women's experiences, writing, voice, the Irish in England.

If you love books with a rich, honest, courageous, particularized voice, I recommend this one. I came to love and admire Nuala O'Faolain through reading this memoir. In it, she is stunningly honest about growing up in poverty, in midcentury Ireland, about succumbing to drink and turning away from it, about not wanting to end up like her mother, and realizing that's exactly where she was headed. I learned so much, too, about the history of England in Ireland, and the experience of being Irish in England. I was inspired by her personal struggle to find her own voice and identity as a daughter, a woman, a writer, and a freestanding adult.

She went on to write another memoir, two novels, and a "history with commentary." She died in May 2008 of a fastmoving, incurable cancer. I read this book after I read "My Dream of You"
because I wanted to know more about the author.
Herein she describes her upbringing, education, and career as a writer for the Irish Times.
She is an extraordinary person with amazing powers of resilience,
despite her hardscrabble, rural, IrishCatholic upbringing, with an absentee father, and an alcoholic mother.
The crushing oppression of women, in Church dominated Postrevolutionary Ireland of the 1950's and 60's, under which she came of age, went to college on scholarship, and began her writing career, is the dreary, and sometimes chaotic, but uniquely fascinating, setting for her personal journey of selfdiscovery, and selfactualization.
Excruciating in it's details, this is also an expose of the experience of that generation of women in microcosm.
Many similar experiences had by American women of that era are writ large in the Irish experience, and it serves to illuminate the nature of that oppression.
The fact that she survived it at all shows that she is truly somebody, and somebody quite extraordinary at that. I would actually give this book a 3.75.
Some of the cultural, historical and location references were over my head, but I perfectly understood the love and loss, the desire, the frustration with not being the person you think you should be, the mystery of reconciling your past self and your current self, and the struggle of learning to love yourself and to know yourself in different ways as you get older.
I'm glad I happened to pick up the version with the "Afterwords" section in it, in which Nuala O'Faolain shares what happened and what changed after this book was published. The story would have felt unfinished without it.
This book is sad. But it is good and is deserving of its sadness. I raced through the end to be done with it, but when I finish writing this review I'm going to add her three other books to my amazon wishlist. I struggeld with this book and halfway through was sure I really disliked itand then around page (115)? it all changed and I began to see why the book was so popular. My first impressions were that is was poorly done stream of consciousnessshe seemed to skip from topic to topic, time to time and I (at least) had trouble following her. However, at that midpoint it began to come together and "make sense" and I was able to get into the story and follow it more easily. By the end of the story, I had greatly increased my "rating" of this book. I would like to reread the first part to see if I might make better sense of itbut I have quite a stack of books on my "to read" shelf, so not sure I will get to it immediately! I was captured the minute I started reading. I did not know the writer or many of the people she discussed but I did know that she fascinated me and seemed to know many Irish and beyond literary figures. Her writing is sublime. After a winter of reading interesting books but none with the beauty hers wrought, I was enchanted. This is a memoir, so Nuala remembers her unconventional life (is there any other kind worth writing about) that during the mid 20th century seems impossible one could live. After she filters through her love affairs, professional breakthroughs, family and friend relationships, she like so many is grappling with her aloneness. She winds up the way she wishes but still wonders how to navigate the aloneness at the end of her life.

She writes, "What happened , to make contentment so precarious? I've been trying here to understand the way things worked out in my life. And though what I have written is personal, part of my predicament is general. The challenges of middle age and the challenges of lonelinesswhich I know exist even within relationshipsconfront many more people than me, just as the same place I grew up in and the same influences I came under affected more people than me. Teachers used to say, ' Miss Noticebox! You're nothing but a noticebox!' But when adults slap children down and tell them not to be drawing attention to themselves, what are the adults doing? Why do they want the child to stay quiet and go away? Single middleaged women aren't supposed to kick up, either. Who wants to know about them? If no companion depends on them? If they're nobody's mother? Nobody's wife? Nobody's lover? If they're not famous or powerful? My problems are banal only because so many people share them."

When I finished the book, I felt as if I had read about someone's inner life that understood mesomeone who feels totally misunderstood and doesn't have the skill and beauty of language to express herself successfullyand immediately started researching her. I was disappointed to discover she died at 68, I believe, and was in a longterm though at many times long distance relationship at the end of her life. There is a sequel that I hope to read as I hope it deals more with her later life.

She wrote to one of her fans who told her that she helped so much with coping with aloneness, "Maybe something marvelous will happen." That's what we all are hoping for, what I am hoping for though life is generally good and most are generally happy and contented. After she wrote the book and it became a sensation, she wrote in the afterword that she hoped, almost yearned, for someone to come along and change everything. Someone did and brought intense pleasure but on the same day came intense pain and regret as her brother died, one with whom she had many regrets.

I wish I could express the beauty and haunting nature of her book on and to me. She penetrated the jaunty, cheery shell that one puts forth to face each day in order to continue. I had purchased this book because of Frank McCourt's praise for it on the cover, and before I had read 'Tis. I enjoyed her revelry in literature in the opening pages, but it quickly bogged down and for the rest of the book. In fact I nearly decided to stop reading it just before the last chapter, which affected my most strongly of all. The major portion of this book was a hardslog; her bad childhood, her bad romances, her bad memories of her country. And then the last page, which was the most depressing of all made such an impression because I didn't expect them to resonate so much with my life. Because her words began to cut deep 'I would have made a very bad mother during most of my life. But I'd be a very good mother now. Too late.' I read this passage on Valentine's Day and did not despair, for which I'm so proud of myself. As her advice in the last paragraph states...'look after my teeth, listen to all the music that I can, and keep going. Keep working on my escape tunnels out of the past. Keep hoping to break through to the here and now. To be just myself.' A good lesson.