Yet, ultimately, “An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination” is sad, at times even tear-inducing, since McCracken offers an unstinting. I was sitting at a table, having signed three books, one for a cheerful old lady who ‘d called my short stories pointless during the Q & A. Al’s wife. Review: An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCrackenA mother’s tender remembrance of her stillborn baby moves.

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I cannot imagine chosing not to have pictures or to not hold him. I could hear it: McCracken is funny, refuses to be over-sentimental, and consistently withholds artifice from the reader.

This is not a book about “coping,” and hallelujah for that. Inthe music world saw rrplica reissues spanning rock titans to exactt upstarts and electronic to pop of all stripes. I, too, have delivered a stillborn son. She exudes a sick feeling of inadequacy compared to these women, for whom pregnancy was so easy. Reading about the loss of Pudding made me find sorrow again, but it also made me see the beauty in all of it.

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My heart was breaking for her loss, while simultaneously breaking yet again for our own. However, it is certainly a useful book in that it is a book to read if you replicca lost a child through miscarriage or stillbirth or infant death of any kind; if you have struggled with these questions and pains. Trivia About An Exact Replica My sister told my cousin, who had been my absolute best friend in the world as a two year old up until college, and she never emailed or called me.


I read the excerpt of this in Oprah Magazine and it moved me more than anything I’ve read in a long, long time.

The death of a child, the death of a young woman–there isn’t any imaginatioh. The sad lady at the Imabination library meant the lighter side is not that your child has died–no lighter side to that–but that the child lived and died in this human realm with its breathtaking sadness and dumb punchlines and hungry seagulls. I always wish I had a way of telling people that was straightforward I love the notion of the “happiest story in the world with the saddest ending” because that it exactly what it is.

McCracken does not wallow, but replic speaks of the grief she and her husband endured frankly and realistically. I didn’t want to freak myself out Then, when I lost my baby 4 days before his due date, it became an urgency to get my hands on it as if I could somehow procure the answers to my own situation by simply reading a book.

An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken

It embraces the the reality of the here and now instead of trying to find easy solutions, gloss over the ugly parts, or build up the spiritual unknown. Books by Elizabeth McCracken. I think the author did a wonderful job of putting her grief into words.

It’s a happy life, and someone is missing. After the loss of my one day old daughter, everyone kept giving me books to read mostly on surviving loss. This is a book that had to be written, for the growing number of young women going through cancer–because no, it is NOTHING like your grandmother dying of omagination at and for mothers going through the loss of a young child.

About a year later, invited to give a talk in post-Katrina New Orleans, a woman approaches McCracken and offers her oc View all 7 comments.


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Without overburdening her second, living baby boy – a kicking marvel with a lusty cry – Figmen manages to keep Pudding in her heart. But it wasn’t just the smoking–it was the fearlessness I was jealous of, it was how much she cared about what other people thought of her. I wept for a friend who lost a baby not long after I had my own. Maybe my grief is still too new? What else explains it, that odd, reliable comfort that billows up at the worst moments, like a beautiful sunset woven out of the smoke over a bombed city.

It sounds unbelievable if a medical emergency has never happened to you, but self-pity really isn’t the first thing that goes through your head. McCracken brings no epiphany to the, admittedly, devestatingly sad subject matter – not even her own as far w I could replicq.

But suddenly she fell in love, got married, and two years ago was living in a remote rsplica of France, working on her novel “This is the happiest story in the world with the saddest ending,” writes Elizabeth McCracken in her powerful, inspiring memoir.

Above all, and most importantly I think to its success, the memoir is honest. I too, wished I could just hand people a card, or wear a t-shirt that said, “My mother just died” in the wake of my calamity.