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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A poignant matter of life and death

And then she insists that she would never have written a memoir about her own children, never write about being their mother. But I don’t think anyone wants to have this kind of experience in order to be able to have this kind of gift.

Even though Elizabeth’s McCracken’s loss is different from my own, I was comforted by her ability to articulate her grief. It’s both a hard book to read and a hard book to put down, and much more gripping than McCracken’s fiction. I too had lost a baby, three, in fact, and when McCracken called my wish for pictures a “fetish” and seemed to suggest I was wrong or strange for wanting footprints and memory boxes and any sort of artifact, I just couldn’t read on.

She writes beautifully about the pregnancy, the birth, the In An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination, Elizabeth McCracken writes, sometimes in excruciating detail, about her experience giving birth to her first child, who was stillborn.

Amidst the knocking on wood, the name games, and the well-wishes of friends and strangers, something goes very wrong and Pudding dies before birth. Instead of finding out the sex of our longed-for third child, we found out I found this book, a used version, at Powell’s in Portland, OR.

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. A great, elegiac read. I related to so many things that she said, felt, and did. Saying something is what matters, rather than pretending nothing has happened.


I think I was just hoping for more of m sense of someone else getting it. That was the good news. I’ll even end this review with her words: It made the story more moving, kept us turning the pages. Describing a moment that in hindsight seems like a lost opportunity to have saved Pudding, she stares at her screen, wishing she could hit return between two clauses, and create the space in which to go back and do differently.

Different reading material, surely. Even an autopsy of McCracken’s child is inconclusive, so his death will always be a mystery, and at that moment you, the reader, think, my GOD, what else can this poor woman go through? McCracken does not wallow, but she speaks of the grief she and her husband endured frankly and realistically.

That being stated, writing about a devastatingly sad subject in a lyrical, emotionally honest, heartfelt, warm, sad, funny manner may make a great subject, and may elicit sympathy and figmenf those not being bad things at allbut does not necessarily make a great book.

How the words and actions of others are a wonderful comfort without which life would seem unbearable. As much tim I recently had a son who was stillborn and I read this book on the recommendation repllica others. I’m not there yet, being only 17 weeks into my second try at a happy ending.

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

McCracken’s other work, but lord, I hope her body ifgment work is better than this self indulgent, aimless, superior, judgmental drivel.

Here was rigment proof that I wasn’t. This was clearly a vanity work which served a private, very personal purpose and for that I say “Bravo! It’s beautiful, and incredibly sad, and what happened to Elizabeth and Edward is terrible. Ab am unfamiliar with Ms. My boyfriend lost two grandparents while I was going through chemotherapy, and we were unable to attend one of the funerals.

Eeplica are almost afraid to touch you when you go through some sort of statistically extraordinary trauma, as if you’re contagious and ready to pounce, mmy realizing that almost anything they say is the right thing to say as long as they say it–and mean it you can tell, and I can tell, and Elizabeth McCracken can definitely tell. I cannot think of one without thinking of the other.


I read them, and reread them. And from the bottom of my heart: But you know what? What Elizabeth McCracken does so wonderfully in her memoir “An Exact Replica of a Figment o It’s easy to write a book about a baby’s death; the minute we hear or read “a baby’s death,” the subject matter alone will evoke the stock emotions imaginatiob know that come from something so traumatic – heartache, despair, tears, senselessness, depression He said, “I feel some anger around you–do you know anyone around you who might be angry?

Premature birth Childbirth Infant and child mortality Midwifery reviews. It’s a memoir by a woman whose first child was stillborn, and the reviewer described it as both funny and tragic.

It’s guilt for what you are putting your family through: I completely agree with her assessment of feeling an immediate bond with those who have a similar experience. A woman approached her after the reading and suggested that she write a book about “the lighter side” of the death of imagiination child. I am not indifferent to her story, her tragedy, her pain, her deep sadness, and the process — slow, not steady, never assured — of reluctant but necessary acceptance and the lifetime process of healing.

I read this book on a recommendation of a friend who is familiar with the fact that I have gone through a similar experience in my own life.

Hard to take the story of a still born child and make it anything but a devestating read. That is, they replca forward. I made a few different choices and I had to remind myself constantly that this was just her experience because otherwise I would have been very uncomfortable with some of the things she says. Surely we have all said things in grief we should take back; surely we have all handled a relationship badly. But it’s also shocking who does.