tracithomas 's review for:

Mother Mary Comes to Me by Arundhati Roy

4.0

reflective medium-paced

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The new memoir from Arundhati Roy about her life and how it was shaped by her tumultuous relationship with her mother, Mary Roy. This book is objectively well written — the prose are gorgeous, the structure is clear, and Roy has lived a powerful life as an artist and activist. And yet, I am so out on memoir this year I read it and thought “this is a good book, moving on”. I liked it enough to finish it, which I can’t say for many memoirs I’ve started this year, but it didn’t land the emotional punch I think it will for other readers. I am convinced we are at the end stages of memoir as a genre, because honestly if Arundhati Roy’s beautiful writing didn’t make me want to dive back into that world, what will?