My Good Bright Wolf
My Good Bright Wolf
Author: Sarah Moss
Autobiography: literary | Memoirs | Literature: history & criticism | Coping with eating disorders | Family & relationships
Published on 29th August 2024 by Pan Macmillan (Picador) in the United Kingdom.
Hardback | 320 pages
143mm x 225mm x 31mm | 426g
'Extraordinary . . . Moss is a towering figure in the contemporary literary landscape' - The Daily Telegraph‘Devastating, funny . . . a brave and important book’ - Melissa Harrison'Full of daring . . . revelatory' - The Observer'An observational masterpiece' - The iA memoir about thinking and reading, eating and denying your body food, about the relationships that form us and the long tentacles of childhood.
In the household of Sarah Moss's childhood she learnt that the female body and mind were battlegrounds. 1970s austerity and second-wave feminism came together: she must keep herself slim but never be vain, she must be intelligent but never angry, she must be able to cook and sew and make do and mend, but know those skills were frivolous. Clever girls should be ambitious but women must restrain themselves. Women had to stay small.
Years later, her self-control had become dangerous, and Sarah found herself in A&E. The return of her teenage anorexia had become a medical emergency, forcing her to reckon with all that she had denied her hard-working body and furiously turning mind.
My Good Bright Wolf navigates contested memories of girlhood, the chorus of relentless and controlling voices that dogged Sarah’s every thought, and the writing and books in which she could run free. Beautiful, audacious, moving and very funny, this memoir is a remarkable exercise in the way a brain turns on itself, and then finds a way out.
From Sarah Moss, the Sunday Times bestselling author of Summerwater, My Good Bright Wolf is a memoir like no other.
'Compulsive and compelling' - Emilie Pine‘Confronts what it means to be a woman trying to find a way to be’ - Jan Carson'Moss writes so compassionately about human frailty while her own work is as close to perfect as a novelist’s can be' - The Times