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Writer Anne Lamott had a son, Sam, when she was 35-years old, and wrote a memoir of Sam’s first year of life called Operating Instructions: A Journal Of My Son’s First Year. When Sam turned 19, his girlfriend Amy got pregnant, and they decided to keep and raise the baby. Some Assembly Required: A Journal Of My Son’s First Son is Lamott’s memoir of Sam’s son Jax’s first year of life. I just finished Some Assembly Required on audio, my first foray into Lamott territory.

Lamott is clearly in love with her grandson, Jax. Despite her concerns about the situation before he was born, she becomes utterly besotted upon his arrival. But at the same time, she seems to forget that other people in the world have had babies and grandbabies, and that Jax’s learning to roll over and make sounds is something that pretty much all babies eventually do. After a while, her repeated descriptions of Jax as the most advanced, good-natured baby in the world get a little old.

Lamott can be funny and self-deprecating, but she’s also very self-absorbed. While she acknowledges that it’s unreasonable for her to expect to be the center of the universe, she does expect to be the center of the universe. She has a hard time putting herself into other people’s shoes and understanding their point of view. She understands in theory that Jax’s mother Amy is far from home and the people she loves, but she just cannot accept Amy’s moving away as a rational, defensible position. She frequently mentions her generosity toward Sam and Amy, such as buying them groceries and clothes or babysitting Jax, but she is also fairly critical of their relationship and Amy’s refusal to get a job.

There are also long forays when Lamott goes to India and Europe which are initially interesting but then tend to drag on. I also got a little bored with the sections about religion and Lamott’s church and the ashram she attended with her son.

In the end, Some Assembly Required was sort of a drag. Touching and funny at times, but also tedious and frustrating.

Lamott herself narrated the audio version, with her son Sam narrating his own portions. Neither is a good narrator. They both recite the words with little expression. I feel like they were each sort of bored with the whole thing before they got to the audio.

Some Assembly Required was disappointing in the end. Should I try any other Anne Lamott books?

Guest Review: SOME ASSEMBLY REQUIRED by Anne Lamott

You know how when some bloggers go on vacation or maternity leave, they line up guest posts so that their blog won’t go dark during that whole time? Well, I’m neither on leave nor on vacation, but this blog has been darker than I’d like these last few weeks. Thank you to Nancy Shohet West for sending me a guest review for EDIWTB to help brighten things up!

Here is Nancy’s review of Some Assembly Required by Anne Lamott:

Back when my friends and I were in that typical early-30’s phase of either trying to conceive, going through pregnancy, or at the very least contemplating our proximity to one of the aforementioned categories, Anne Lamott’s newly published memoir of single parenting, Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son’s First Year, was all the rage. Many of us were already big fans of her novels and essays, and we devoured her poignant, brutally honest, sometimes painful and often humorous account of deciding to become a first-time mother at the age of 36.

So I imagine I’m not the only reader who did a double take last year when I glimpsed the headline of the book review stating that Anne Lamott had just published a memoir of grandparenting. Sure, Baby Sam Lamott has made recurring appearances in his mother’s published essays throughout the years as he progressed through the adventures and phases of boyhood and adolescence. But fatherhood? Has time really passed so quickly that the infant from Operating Instructions is old enough to be a father?

Well, yes…. and no. And therein lies the hook of Lamott’s newest memoir, Some Assembly Required: A Journal of My Son’s First Son (the title itself deserves a prize for cleverness, in my opinion). Indeed, not so very many years have gone by at all since the first book: Sam became a father at age 19; his sort-of girlfriend Amy was 20 at the time. He was an art student living on his mother’s dime in a San Francisco studio apartment; she was a cosmetologist receiving support from her own parents; their relationship pre-baby was mercurial. And as just about everyone likely to pick up this memoir knows, new babies are not known for making tempestuous relationships get easier.

But the elder Lamott tells the story of her grandson’s infancy and first year with the same admirable candor that marked her own memoir of parenthood. Back then, those who liked the book — not everyone did — celebrated her rough-edged honesty about both the magical and the abhorrent aspects of coping under difficult circumstances with a new life; the good news is that Lamott hasn’t changed much. She still worries about the health, well-being, and financial viability of a new infant — while also adoring him for his beauty, innocence, and perfection; and she still draws heavily upon a network of friends and faith community to help her through the hard times, only this time it’s with her grandson rather than her son.

Yes, she’s still the same funny, anxiety-prone, insecure, mystical Anne Lamott that she was twenty years ago, and this is both the good news and the bad news. Those of us who savor her blend of casual, profane and profound insights into life will find her unchanged… and yet once in a while I was tempted to implore, “You’re a 56-year-old best-selling internationally renowned author! Can’t you shed just a little of the insecurity and self-doubt?”

But she can’t, because that’s who she is and who she has always been. She’s been willing to share that with us for the past three decades, and now, with the new challenge of being a good grandmother, mother-to-an-adult-child, and pseudo-mother-in-law (the status of Amy and Sam’s relationship remains tenuous throughout the book; for the curious, Google makes it easy enough to find out what has happened with them in the two years since the book ended), she’s still sharing. She dotes; she frets; she loves; she questions; she prays. Yes, Anne Lamott is a flawed, imperfect work-in-progress… as we all are, and as she would be the first to tell us about herself.

New Releases About Families

The New York Times had a section on new fiction releases that revolve around families in yesterday's paper. A number of them look interesting. Here are the ones that caught my eye:

Perry This is Exactly Like You, by Drew Perry. From the NYT: Jack Lang has trouble planning ahead, which is how, at the start of this
book, he has ended up as the owner of two houses (he impulsively put up
his hand when a ranch across the street from his own was being
auctioned), one of which is filled with unfinished projects: a kitchen
floor half-tiled, a plywood wall where a breakfast nook was supposed to
go, a half-insulated attic. Another thing that Jack hasn’t quite
finished is his dissertation, which is part of the reason he’s running a
mulch-and-garden center instead of teaching at the local college, like
his wife Beth. Beth, meanwhile, has left him and their autistic son
Hendrick to move in with Jack’s closest friend. In the course of the
book all three of them confront the things that you can control — and
those you can’t — and start to figure out what to do about them.

Lamott Imperfect Birds, by Anne Lamott (about which I have read mixed things). From the NYT: When Elizabeth Ferguson finds Valium pills in her daughter Rosie’s
jeans, Rosie has a classic explanation — they belong to a friend. “I got
all A’s last term,” Rosie reminds her mother. “I’m holding down two
jobs. I’m a good kid, Mom,” That’s all true, but so is the fact that
Rosie is being drawn into a world of drugs and sex, one that her mother,
Elizabeth, and her stepfather, James, prefer not to see. And besides,
both of them have demons of their own to contend with, including
Elizabeth’s alcoholism and depression. In the end, the whole family is
forced to confront what’s really happening. The book continues a family
tale begun in Anne Lamott’s 1983 novel, “Rosie.” Ms. Lamott is best
known for her collections of spiritually inflected essays.


The Season of Second Chances, by Diane Meier. From the NYT: At 48, Joy Harkness, a professor at Columbia, still doesn’t have the
life she imagined. The one in which she “would become that self-assured
woman who knew where the important people lunched,” a woman who “Susan Sontag would choose
to meet for an early supper and a movie we might then hack to pieces.”
So when she is recruited by Amherst, she
puts her apartment on the market, packs her things and moves north.
There, installed in a wreck of a Victorian, she discovers that the life
she’s been waiting for might have a different shape altogether.

Please weigh in if you've read them!