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HTML:A searing, deeply moving memoir about family, love, loss, and forgiveness from the critically acclaimed, bestselling National Book Award-winning author of The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian.
Family relationships are never simple. But Sherman Alexie's bond with his mother Lillian was more complex than most. She plunged her family into chaos with a drinking habit, but shed her addiction when it was on the brink of costing her everything. She survived a violent past, but created an elaborate facade to hide the truth. She selflessly cared for strangers, but was often incapable of showering her children with the affection that they so desperately craved. She wanted a better life for her son, but it was only by leaving her behind that he could hope to achieve it. It's these contradictions that made Lillian Alexie a beautiful, mercurial, abusive, intelligent, complicated, and very human woman.
When she passed away, the incongruities that defined his mother shook Sherman and his remembrance of her. Grappling with the haunting ghosts of the past in the wake of loss, he responded the only way he knew how: he wrote. The result is a stunning memoir filled with raw, angry, funny, profane, tender memories of a childhood few can imagine, much less survive. An unflinching and unforgettable remembrance, You Don't Have to Say You Love Me is a powerful, deeply felt account of a complicated relationship.… (more)
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Lillian Alexie was a complicated woman. She lied easily; she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder; she was an alcoholic who gave up alcohol when she saw the
While she was alive, Alexie didn't appreciate his mother's good and unique qualities. Now, he is haunted by remembrances of her.
It's also the story of growing up different (Sherman was born with hydrocephaly); and of growing up amidst the physical and emotional poverty of an Indian reservation among people so beaten down by life that they don't have much to give to others.
I listened to the audiobook, and at times, Alexie was obviously fighting back tears as he read. It's an incredibly emotional journey, as Alexie comes to terms with his mother's death, her life and his own childhood. As he relates in one of the final chapters, he has scars that he has never let anyone, even his wife, touch. He bares them now for his readers.
It's brutal honesty doesn't romance the rez; you may have read one of his interviews where he predicts that he will take much grief from the Native Americans who read this book. And yet, it's his story. And probably the story of many more such kids – those growing up in poverty on and off a reservation.
You'll learn much about a reservation life; but you'll learn even more about being human.
Alexie tells his story in a series of 78 short essays and 78 poems, and the combination is powerful. I listened to the book on audio, read by Alexie himself, and I can't recommend it highly enough. He is, of course, the perfect reader of his own history and his own words. At times, emotion overwhelms his voice, but this only adds to the poignancy. I was left both sad and uplifted, and with a desire to read more of Alexie's work.
This book is first and foremost a song to his mother. It includes some stunningly beautiful poems, and then there are the emotions that bubble up and ferment, letting the reader know his mother was a drama queen, a liar, and an unstable influence. To her credit, she kicked the booze, but Alexie also writes of her undrunken rages.
And then, while I was feeling sad for him and his childhood, the theme changed and suddenly, what appeared to be out of context, I was reminded of feelings I have when I read Anne Lamott. I am captivated by the writing and clear images, only to feel side swiped by ranting political views.
I'll state that this is my opinion and that I understand others might not feel this way, but, I am taken aback by political diatribes (whether republican or democratic) that seem to fly out of nowhere and appear to be disjointed by the theme, and seem inappropriately added in the context of the book.
This has nothing to do with if I agree or disagree with his political opinions. I simply feel that unless the title leads me to know this is a book about politics, then I feel used by someone who must sneak in his views and hold me hostage.
Regarding his comments about his parents, so many, including myself, have feelings of parents that were selfish, narcissistic and would not win an outstanding mother of the year/life award. His feelings are certainly well detailed and clearly described, leaving the reader with a heavy dose of empathy for the way in which he was treated as a child.
So much of Alexie's writing in this book is the disappointment of his mother. Sadly, while his father couldn't hold a job and was a full-blown alcoholic, he seems to be treated more kindly and given a broader leeway in the parenthood category.
I was most taken aback by comments of Alexie's high school friends. Attending school away from the rez, was not easy, and yet, he found that he was treated kindly and was given many well-deserved awards while there. In truth, conversely, he was treated most unfair by his Indian friends who seemed to bully, punch and beat up. while in schools on the rez.
Yet, Alexie takes it upon himself to say (even though he doesn't know this), that many of those people in high school who liked and helped him, now as an adults, probably voted for Trump! He ends this diatribe with some cold, callousness to the effect that they shouldn't look for him because he would not be found and would be placing distance between himself and them.
Ah, Sherman, I so love your young adult books. But, I cannot rate this one as highly.
Early on in the book, Alexie mentions a fake conversation with a writing mentor and talks about memories he and his siblings disagree about, making it clear from the outset that this book is solely his own remembrances and that he might sometimes be an unreliable narrator. I really like that approach, especially given that so many memoirists have been accused of playing fast and loose with the truth, as people seem to think there is a solitary Truth and don't give leeway for everyone's memory not being necessarily the same.
Alexie's book also doesn't follow a strict chronology, which I didn't mind except for the fact that it resulted in several instances where he ended up repeated something already said earlier in the book. (This is the reason I didn't rate this book higher). Instead, the book follows themes or thoughts of Alexie's. Prose is interspersed with poetry, which I thought was an unusual but effective approach for a book that is so emotional. Incidentally, my previous experience with Alexie's works were all his novels, so it was nice to read some of his poems as well.
Learning about Alexie's tumultuous life could sometimes be heartbreaking, with all the turmoil and abuse he went through at the hands of so many people in his life. Although I had known that The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian was semi-autobiographical, it wasn't until reading this book that I realized just how much was indeed based on Alexie's own experiences.
The audiobook version of You Don't Have to Say You Love Me is read by Alexie himself, which makes for a powerful listening experience. You can hear Alexie's emotions loud and clear throughout, whether his voice is near breaking during sad moments or a chuckle escapes when recounting a humorous incident.
Even though I wasn't as thrilled with the second half that started repeated parts of the first section, I did enjoy this title overall and would recommend it for fans of Alexie's works, memoir enthusiasts, or those who want a thought-provoking (albeit poignantly emotional) read.
But most of all, he tries to come to terms with the complicated relationship between him and his mother, Lillian, after her death. Lillian was a very complicated woman. She was, like her son, bipolar and was, in Alexie’s words, ‘salmon-cold and pathologically lied’. But she was also willing to make sacrifices for her children – an alcoholic, she gave up drinking when she saw the effect it was having on them and she supported Sherman’s decision about schooling against his father’s objections. But when he is beaten up by a bigger white boy on the reserve, she refuses to do anything. He describes in a poem how he felt safe with her 'almost half the time'.
Mom protected me from cruelty
Three days a week
She may have been the result of rape as well as the victim of it herself. But, as Alexie points out repeatedly she is a compulsive liar or perhaps, more kindly, like him, she is a storyteller and she has told a different version of her life to her daughters than to Sherman. He does, however, choose to believe the one she told him. But she supported the family for years with her quilting and was also one of the last true native speakers of the Salish language - she chose not to teach it to her kids and he realizes the depth of what is lost after her death.
Alexie’s relationship with his mother often broke down and they frequently stopped talking for long periods of time. He has little good to say about her and yet, despite this or perhaps because of it, his deep and profound grief at her death is present on every page. It is clear that he realizes that they were more alike than different and he misses even all the bad things about her.
Throughout the book, he switches between poetry and prose even occasionally moving from one to the other in the same paragraph. You Don’t Have to Say You Love me is a beautiful, profound, and profoundly moving story about being Native American, about being a writer but most of all about grief and the complicated love/hate relationship between him and his mother.
Thanks to Netgalley and Little, Brown and Company for the opportunity to read this book in exchange for an honest review
I'll be adding more of his stuff to Mount
Actually made the book, Glass Castle, seem tame.
ARC from publisher.
Painful, complicated feelings regarding his mother lie alongside recognizing her fierceness, and her pains. Some of the essays also address Alexie's youth on the rez- I found that essay #79: The Game really resonated with me, as it describes the paradox of being a celebrated brown kid in his predominantly white high school in Reardon, WA while knowing that his peers and teachers grew up to go >70% for Trump in the 2016 election. I quoted it during my page reads, but he mentions intended-as-benign-but-harmful "I don't think of you as an Indian" (or insert other minority) that comes from both well-intended conservatives and liberals. That somehow, they identify 'normalness' or assimilation with being white/default, implying that others can't also be a writer/student/person unless falling under that lack of label. It erases our identities. From page 222 in the hardcover: "It's easy for a white racist to fall in love with an accept one member of a minority-one Indian-and their real and perceived talents and flaws. But it's much tougher for a racist to accept a dozen Indians. And impossible for a white racist to accept the entire race of Indians- or an entire race of any nonwhite people."
Anyway, a good read, and I'll definitely pursue more of Sherman's work in the future.