We all know the condition of women in India but did you know that in some other parts of the world, the condition is much worse than it is here? Not drawing comparisons here but this is a fact and you will know this when you read the book, In The Body Of The World by Eve Ensler. The kind of things Eve has revealed about the condition of women in Congo (Africa) will certainly give you shivers.
Coming back to the memoir, Eve has shared her memories, experiences of the time when she was struggling with cancer. What I absolutely loved about her writing is, she is extremely unapologetic about what she thinks, practices, writes and believes. I have absolute respect for her. I find such people very endearing. Also, the intensity of the book gets to you and you just keep reading it till you reach the last page. Funny, touching and true to the core, In The Body Of The World by Eve Ensler is something that opened my mind in many ways.
The period when Eve was struggling with cancer, it brought back all the memories of her life. Abused by her father at a very young age, not so supportive mother, a rebel in herself, Eve did it all and held herself high through it all. It accounts how her compassion towards fellow women increased manifolds when she got to know about their problems and the situations they are dealing with.
There is one part of this book that hit me real hard and lines from the book has stayed with me long after the book was finished.
"There is something so dull and brutal about data.
Stage IVB cancer survivor, rape survivor. But I am not data and I don't want to be dismissed and judged by categories and grades. Tell someone you were raped and they move away. Tell someone you lost your money and they stop calling. Tell someone you have become homeless and you become invisible. Tell someone you've got cancer and they are terrified. They don't call. They don't know what to say. What if our understanding of ourselves were based not on static labels or stages but no our actions and our ability and our willingness to transform ourselves? What if we embraced the messy, evolving, surprising, out-of-control happening that is life and reckoned with its proximity and relationship to death? What if, instead of being afraid of even talking about death, we saw our lives in some ways as preparation for it? What if we were taught to ponder it and reflect on it and talk about it and enter it and rehearse it and try it on?
What if our lives were precious only up to a point? What if we held them loosely and understood that there were no guarantees? So that when you got sick you weren't a stage but in process? And cancer, just like having your heart broken, or getting a new job, or going to school, were a teacher? What if, rather than being cart out and defined by some terminal category, you were identified as someone in the middle of a transformation that could deepen your soul, open your heart, and all the while - even if and particularly when you were dying - you would be supported by and be a part of a community? And what if each of these things were what we were waiting for, moments of opening of the deepening, and the awakening of everyone around us? What is this were the point of our being here rather than acquiring and competing and consuming and writing each other off as stage IV or 5.2B?"
The intensity which with Eve writes off everything compels you to laugh, cry, introspect about various things. I absolutely, absolutely loved the book. This is one book you would not miss reading.
Book Source: Publisher; Publisher: Random House India; Genre: Memoir