Name: The Chronology of Water
Rating: 3.944444444444445 (36 reviews)
ISBN: 9780979018831

Lidia Yuknavitch

From the debris of her troubled early life, Lidia Yuknavitch weaves an astonishing tale of survival. It is a life that navigates, and transcends, abuse, addiction, self-destruction and the crushing loss of a stillborn child. A kind of memoir that is also a paean to the pursuit of beauty, self-expression, desire—for men and women—and the exhilaration of swimming, The Chronology of Water lays a life bare.

A Memoir

The Chronology of Water

From the debris of her troubled early life, Lidia Yuknavitch weaves an astonishing tale of survival. It is a life that navigates, and transcends, abuse, addiction, self-destruction and the crushing loss of a stillborn child. A kind of memoir that is also a paean to the pursuit of beauty, self-expression, desire – for men and women – and the exhilaration of swimming, The Chronology of Water lays a life bare.

Tada

“We laughed the laugh of women untethered, finally, from their origins.”<br /><br />Finishing this after 2 months and a half sounds like a joke but it is the story of how it is. It was never because of laziness but rather a fear of looking into a future and wishing everything to be better. The act of wishing and the sanitization of mess were not the vehicle to read this book. Yuknavitch tells me to remember the grimy parts of life and honest the shit out of it. Do not shy away from lawlessness and stop correcting yourself. In it, you'd find both solace and complexity no person can ever decode but you. It is life-changing and I wish I had read this sooner (and without the aforementioned fear).

martian1138

body-sex-blood writing for burning girls compelled to fuck their open wounds. pulsing, oozing, gaping, ugly, unclean. hunger for death and excess. the body hollowed-out, torn apart, filled with more than it can take, flooded by tidal surges of overwhelming and unbearable affect. living fucked-up and fucking up again and again and again; life writing itself fucked by the Real, saturated with pain and violation and bodily fluids. horrifying. raw. aching. sexual. fragmented. polymorphous. sinthomic. morally fraught. i couldn't put this down. yuknavitch is a modern-day laure

eris

lidia's rawness is something that always stood out for me. 
"what lived and what died between us - haunts me still".

Moray Lyle McIntosh

This will be my last dalliance with Yuknavitch. I passionately hated the Book of Joan and intensely disliked this. I only picked it up because I mistook the name for Yelena Moskovich (sorry, Yelena). I hate Yuknavitch's writing that markets itself as real and uninhibited but reads as sloppy and lazy. There are brilliant moments where you can see what her writing could be of she dropped her juvenile, give-no-f*cks attitude that often reads like a stroppy teenager. I also find some of her attitudes to sex and sexual partners, actual and potential, unsavoury and sometimes predatory. It wouldn't be okay if a heterosexual man wrote it and it's not okay for a bisexual woman. It's brutal honesty is commendable in it's way but some of the attitudes are not and honesty doesn't wipe them away.

Roger

Reading this book felt like a slap on the face where the sting didn’t let up until halfway through. I found myself holding my breath, chest tight, hands gripping the book like the narrative pulled me into its waters and my body couldn’t help but feel the stories.

The Chronology of Water A Memoir

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