Summary of Abi Morgan's This Is Not a Pity Memoir

Everest Media

Description

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I am a writer. I enjoy piecing together the narrative. I like being one step ahead of the audience with my insider knowledge. I am a fraud. I am uneducated and unbrilliant.
#2 I like to know how my story is going to end. And when I don’t know, there is a sort of blind panic that unsettles, unnerves, and terrifies me. I have to wait until the sound of the reverberating hum fades before I can begin to breathe again.
#3 I was with Jacob when he collapsed. I couldn’t decide if his lips were blue or not, so I called 999. The ambulance arrived, and when the woman on the phone asked if Jacob was breathing, I said yes.
#4 I am a woman who has a successful career, has won awards, earned her own money, owns property, and has raised two children. I am a woman who intellectually, politically, and philosophically knows that marriage is not an essential badge of honor. Yet still, if asked by a random stranger or parent at some obscure PTA event, How long have you been married. I feel embarrassed. Caught out.

Sujets

• Politique
• Personal Memoirs
• Biography
• Autobiography

Informations

• Publié par: Everest Media LLC
• Date de parution: 24 juillet 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798822547636
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Insights on Abi Morgan's This Is Not a Pity Memoir
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Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I am a writer. I enjoy piecing together the narrative. I like being one step ahead of the audience with my insider knowledge. I am a fraud. I am uneducated and unbrilliant.

#2

I like to know how my story is going to end. And when I don’t know, there is a sort of blind panic that unsettles, unnerves, and terrifies me. I have to wait until the sound of the reverberating hum fades before I can begin to breathe again.

#3

I was with Jacob when he collapsed. I couldn’t decide if his lips were blue or not, so I called 999. The ambulance arrived, and when the woman on the phone asked if Jacob was breathing, I said yes.

#4

I am a woman who has a successful career, has won awards, earned her own money, owns property, and has raised two children. I am a woman who intellectually, politically, and philosophically knows that marriage is not an essential badge of honor. Yet still, if asked by a random stranger or parent at some obscure PTA event, How long have you been married. I feel embarrassed. Caught out.

#5

I have a mawkish, voyeuristic relationship with mishap. I like the look on people’s faces when they stop and listen. I like the look on people’s faces when they stop and listen, and the fact that I have failed.

#6

You were working on lines the night before your collapse. You asked me to help you, and I was honored to be asked. I was excited to prove that I could do better at this. I told myself not to speak or blow this chance.

#7

I was told that the IV was kicking in, so I agreed to call Jacob’s agent. I reminded him that it was Saturday, not even 7 a. m. I was told that the rash was still a mystery, but they would put him on an antiviral and antibacterial drip.

#8

You are moved to another side room, across another ward. The tests continue to come back negative, but the seizure means you won’t be able to drive for a year. You are still Dad, still funny. It is all going to be fine.

#9

I thought about your earnestness, the way you carefully cut the burrata into small pieces. You were unsteady between your bed and the compact corner bathroom. The pain in your head was getting worse. Something was not right.

#10

I arrive at the hospital to find my daughter transformed. She is in a coma, and I do not know what is wrong with her. She has changed daily since she was admitted. I am a spectator of my life, horrified yet still marveling at the drama of it all.

#11

I was at a dinner party in London, and after candles were blown and cake was eaten, I took my chance to leave. I was embarrassed that I had written a book, and that everyone had read it.

#12