I am always looking for new biographies/autobiographies/memoirs to add to my classroom library and this one fell into my lap by a current student. I ordered my own copy and flew through it within a day (not that it was challenging to do) so that I could ensure the inclusion of it in my classroom by the end of February vacation. That in itself may have been one of the downfalls, ending in my 2-star rating.
Christy Brown's life was incredible and his talents, abundant. Let me start by saying that my review and rating is for his book, not his challenges and accomplishments. It does make it harder to mark a book as only "okay" when it is a story of amazing feats that have been attained, in spite of one's trials.
So this is a story that was published in 1954 and one that I truly wonder if I have encountered before - the more I read of it and looked at his photos, both on the cover of the book as well as online, the more it felt familiar to me. But much of my lack of engagement with this book came from the language he used and the way the story itself was told. I couldn't help but feel that I was simply watching the words pass by on the page, as opposed to falling into the actual story. I tell my students all the time in regards to their writing: show me, don't tell me, and I wanted so badly to tell Mr. Brown the same thing.
On page 144, he talks extensively about his first and second manuscript and how he modeled his writing after Dickens, with him being "quite determined never to make a simple statement if I could turn it into a complex one. I seldom expressed on individual thought in a single sentence. I required three or four sentences before being satisfied that I'd really expressed my meaning, and sometimes I would use up a whole paragraph to express a single thought". It is not as though I would want to read a text as he describes above, but I almost feel he went too far the other way, with this current edition being lackluster and focusing so much on parts that I wanted to know less of and breezing over parts that I would have killed to have more time with. It is perhaps the time in which this was written, simply his style, his writing immaturity/age, etc. that contributed to this. But while his story and his whole existence was compelling, his writing about it, simply wasn't.
My closing comment actually has to do with the ending: I can see and understand why he may have left his story off where he did, but I couldn't help but wish there was more. Again, I wanted him to elaborate on pieces that he choose to keep much less explored; I had hoped to know more about his mom and her unwavering support of him. I also wanted an epilogue or something that addressed his marriage, his paintings (were any of them ever sold?), where his life journeyed once he found some more doors opened for him. Perhaps this is asking a lot, as he was only around 20 when the book was published, but additions after the fact, for me, would have made this book so much more well-rounded.
I still feel that the addition of this text into my classroom is valuable, and it opens up the expanse of options within subjects of biographies. I, myself as a reader, was simply looking for something a little different than what was presented here.