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Life Lessons
By Roxanne Fequiere
My book club selects each monthβs title via online survey, so itβs pure coincidence that we ended up reading another school-focused narrativeβin this case, Tara Westoverβs Educated. Perhaps βschool-focusedβ isnβt the right word to describe Westoverβs memoir. The title references one of the standout details about Westoverβs upbringing: that she grew up without any formal schooling, a fact that is thrown into high relief when she gains admission to Brigham Young University.
Of course, thereβs so much more going on. Westoverβs life is steeped in religious fanaticism, isolation, and violence, both of the haphazard and deliberate variety, each category equally garish. The youngest of seven children, Westover is born to a family with a possibly bipolar survivalist zealot at its helm. In addition to his distaste for educational institutions, Westoverβs father, Gene, also scorns modern medicine and maintains a strict moral stance thatβs informed by Mormonism and fueled by what can only be described as a personal mania. His wife, children, extended family, and assorted believers remain in his thrall to varying extents throughout the book.
βthat all of these elements converged upon one woman so bereft of resources and support and she lived to tell the tale is nothing short of incredible.β
Any one of these aspects of Westoverβs life story would make for a rich and fascinating retelling in print; that all of these elements converged upon one woman so bereft of resources and support and she lived to tell the tale is nothing short of incredible. Also incredible: the sheer volume of trauma that the author and her family seemed to endure on what appears to be a regular basis. Itβs worth noting that if youβre even moderately squeamish about descriptions of severe injury, Educated may be difficult to power through. Westoverβs father operates a junkyard on the familyβs land, and his children become de facto employees and unwitting targets of his increasingly reckless behavior on the job. Statements of breathless incredulity escaped my lips at several points throughout the book, at which point Iβd realize I needed to take a break and put it down for a bit.
Upon sitting down with my book club to discuss these harrowing passages and the layered nature of the authorβs trauma, some of the readers in attendance confessed to trying, in their own way, to ground Westoverβs extraordinary narrative in some semblance of mundanity. The author is likely in her early thirtiesβher lack of a birth certificate and her familyβs conflicting accounts of her birthdate are described in the bookβand her family still resides in Idaho. Google research commenced. Facebook accounts were discovered. For some of us, putting a face to pseudonymous names helped to contextualize portions of what was laid out in text.
It wasnβt long before this relative proximity to the events described in Educated turned the collective tide of our conversation. How much time had passed, we wondered, between the most recent portions of her memoir and the actual writing and publication of her memoir? Rough calculations were proffered; no matter how you sliced it, it felt like a compressed timeline.
βIt was a necessary, if difficult, conversation to have.β
Severed family ties, abuse, the subjectivity of memory and its conflicting accountsβthese were subjects that could take a lifetime to sift through. To do so for a broad audience, while sifting through so much deeply-rooted pain, was almost certainly a profoundly distressing endeavor. For a moment, we reconsidered our role in the public consumption of such a storyβand considered the author and her healing process instead of her writing process. It was a necessary, if difficult, conversation to have.
Weeks after our discussion, Iβm still thinking about the author, her family, the purpose of memoir. A happy ending of some sort typically allows the reader of memoir to feel inspired, perhaps galvanized. By that standard, Educated has that arcβWestover goes from Brigham Young University to Cambridge to Harvard. For all intents and purposes, she made it out. But the myriad threads that combine to weave a life are rarely tied up so neatly. Itβs clear that the success of Westoverβs education was but one healed wound among several still being treated. Educated leaves more threads untied than not. As readers, all we can do is hope that the unfinished tapestry weβve borne witness to ends up pleasing its creator in the end.
Roxanne Fequiere is a New Yorkβbased writer and editor who might just make it after all.
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