Tara Westover’s memoir reads fresh, as it
should as she is still a young woman and the events she relates took place
within the last quarter century, a fact that often is hard to believe.
Born and raised in the wilds of Idaho in a
Mormon family dominated by a father of increasingly extreme beliefs, she was
denied registration of birth, access to mainstream healthcare and formal
education for most of her childhood. As
were her six siblings to a greater or lesser extent; all expected, required
even, to help out in the family concerns.
Father ran a scrapping and building business and her mother was a
midwife and herbalist ministering to the many in the state who distrusted
hospitals, doctors and drugs. It was a
dangerous environment but one that built resilience and fortitude. It also made for bullying and submission to the
paternal dogma of distrusting the government, its agencies and anyone outside
the family.
Tara’s gradual, painful tearing away from
her roots, not without false starts and setbacks, is related in searing fashion
as her lack of elementary education clashes with her thirst for knowledge and
her evident natural talent for academic study.
That conflict pales against that which forms
the main theme of the book – family expectations and upbringing against the
individual and self-determination, and her repeated and fruitless attempts to satisfy
the demands of both.
The book succeeds on all fronts. It is a fascinating and scary account of life
in the backwoods; a harrowing account of a powerless girl at the mercy of her
father and brothers; and an uplifting sermon on how an education can liberate
and enable the mind to encompass, analyse and deal with seemingly
irreconcilable forces.
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