THE ENVOY FROM MIRROR CITY is the third book of Janet Frame's three-volume autobiography. It describes her travels overseas and entry into the saving world of writers and the 'Mirror City' that sustains them.
Hardcover
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176 pages
Published
September 1st 1985
by George Braziller
(first published 1985)
Throughout
The Envoy from Mirror City
I was in awe of Janet Frame's courage and tenacity. After the intense trauma and resulting loss of confidence from her lengthy stays in psychiatric institutions, she went on to adventure abroad alone and establish herself as an extraordinary writer. Go Janet! There's a seat reserved for you at my imaginary dinner party.
There were parts of this book that were 5+ stars for me, I especially relished the ambience and poetic romance in Ibiza.
I was also moved by
Throughout
The Envoy from Mirror City
I was in awe of Janet Frame's courage and tenacity. After the intense trauma and resulting loss of confidence from her lengthy stays in psychiatric institutions, she went on to adventure abroad alone and establish herself as an extraordinary writer. Go Janet! There's a seat reserved for you at my imaginary dinner party.
There were parts of this book that were 5+ stars for me, I especially relished the ambience and poetic romance in Ibiza.
I was also moved by Janet's insights after being undiagnosed from schizophrenia. 'No longer, I hoped, dependent on my 'schizophrenia' for comfort and attention and help, but with myself as myself, I again began my writing career.'pg 130. The simple phrase 'myself as myself' captures some of the complexity of reclaiming one's identity after being diagnosed (or misdiagnosed) with a mental illness.
Some other passages I enjoyed were:
'In my struggle to get my writing done I realised the obvious fact that the only certainty about writing and trying to be a writer is that it has to be done, not dreamed of or planned and never written...'pg. 139
'[I] strengthened my resolution never to forget that a writer must stand on the rock of herself and her judgement or be swept away by the tide or sink in the quaking earth: there must be an inviolate place where the choices and decisions, however imperfect are the writer's own...'pg.140
Janet Frame is one of New Zealand's best-known authors, and this book is the third part of her autobiography in which she leaves NZ on a journey to 'broaden her experience'. Frame writes beautifully and honestly - her words are a pleasure to read and her life (and 'analysis' of it) is fascinating. Frame's novels aren't easy reads - she records what her British publisher said: "The critics love you, but nobody buys your books." - though I have read most of them. However, I found each volume of he
Janet Frame is one of New Zealand's best-known authors, and this book is the third part of her autobiography in which she leaves NZ on a journey to 'broaden her experience'. Frame writes beautifully and honestly - her words are a pleasure to read and her life (and 'analysis' of it) is fascinating. Frame's novels aren't easy reads - she records what her British publisher said: "The critics love you, but nobody buys your books." - though I have read most of them. However, I found each volume of her story about herself to be extremely readable.
One minor gripe (and this is to do with this Audio edition, not the book itself): the narrator is Australian. She doesn't have a terribly strong accent, the kind that hits you the instant you hear it, and quite probably a listener from the UK or USA (or anywhere else in the world for that matter) can't hear the difference between an Australian and a New Zealand accent, but New Zealanders can, and Janet Frame is a New Zealander. Why did the publisher (Braille Audio Books) not hire a New Zealand voice? This thought flashed through my mind every time there was a word which betrayed the narrator's nationality, and I found it distracting.
I've written about this 'voice' issue on a number of other audio books I've listened to this year, and it's about being authentic to the nationality of the book's narrator.
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So much beauty and insight in this final chapter of JF's autobio. Once again I found myself constantly in awe of how boldy, bravely and eloquently she has mapped out out the internal and external narratives which informed her experience - this time abroad.
I feel strongly that the transformation of Frame's personal story into an artefact for public consumption is something vital and precious to NZ's literary and cultural identity / the canon / whatever.
Una certa casualità nella scelta delle letture a volte fa fare strani incontri, ed questo il caso di La città degli specchi, che ritenevo un'opera di fantasia e invece è un'autobiografia, e non solo, è il terzo volume dell'autobiografia di Janet Frame.
Fortunatamente la prosa è tale, nonostante la traduzione poco degna, da non rendere necessaria la conoscenza dei due volumi precendenti, e la storia di questa timida scrittrice neozelandese a lungo creduta pazza, come spesso avviene alle donne geni
Una certa casualità nella scelta delle letture a volte fa fare strani incontri, ed questo il caso di La città degli specchi, che ritenevo un'opera di fantasia e invece è un'autobiografia, e non solo, è il terzo volume dell'autobiografia di Janet Frame.
Fortunatamente la prosa è tale, nonostante la traduzione poco degna, da non rendere necessaria la conoscenza dei due volumi precendenti, e la storia di questa timida scrittrice neozelandese a lungo creduta pazza, come spesso avviene alle donne geniali, dalla Nuova Zelanda all'Inghilterra e ritorno, attraverso la presa di coscienza della propria personalità, del proprio corpo, della propria sanità mentale e, soprattutto del proprio talento, è decisamente avvincente.
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Delightful, gentle, unassuming book from someone happy to let her life speak plainly for itself, having faith that the events and reflections themselves are interesting enough.
Which they are, as in this volume the shy New Zealand novelist makes her way to Spain and Andorra, and the UK, in search of experience, in search of herself minus the trappings of life and expectation in NZ.
I enjoyed the parts in Spain where she lived so simply, where blankets and butter are luxuries, and the company of a
Delightful, gentle, unassuming book from someone happy to let her life speak plainly for itself, having faith that the events and reflections themselves are interesting enough.
Which they are, as in this volume the shy New Zealand novelist makes her way to Spain and Andorra, and the UK, in search of experience, in search of herself minus the trappings of life and expectation in NZ.
I enjoyed the parts in Spain where she lived so simply, where blankets and butter are luxuries, and the company of a westerner is enjoyed but frowned upon.
I will have to go back and read the first two volumes at some stage.
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I read this when it was first published - remember waiting impatiently for it, and I wasn't disappointed.
I have the 3 in the set and it's time to read them again!
The fate befalling the young woman who wanted "to be a poet" has been well documented. Desperately unhappy because of family tragedies and finding herself trapped in the wrong vocation (as a schoolteacher) her only escape appeared to be in submission to society's judgement of her as abnormal. She spent four and a half years out of eight years, incarcerated in mental hospitals. The story of her alm
The fate befalling the young woman who wanted "to be a poet" has been well documented. Desperately unhappy because of family tragedies and finding herself trapped in the wrong vocation (as a schoolteacher) her only escape appeared to be in submission to society's judgement of her as abnormal. She spent four and a half years out of eight years, incarcerated in mental hospitals. The story of her almost miraculous survival of the horrors and brutalising treatment in unenlightened institutions has become well known. She continued to write throughout her troubled years, and her first book (The Lagoon and Other Stories) won a prestigious literary prize, thus convincing her doctors not to carry out a planned lobotomy.
She returned to society, but not the one which had labelled her a misfit. She sought the support and company of fellow writers and set out single-mindedly and courageously to achieve her goal of being a writer. She wrote her first novel (Owls Do Cry) while staying with her mentor Frank Sargeson, and then left New Zealand, not to return for seven years.
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“A writer must stand on the rock of her self and her judgment or be swept away by the tide or sink in the quaking earth: there must be an inviolate place where the choices and decisions, however imperfect, are the writer’s own, where the decision must be as individual and solitary as birth or death.”
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