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| Original Title: | Ordinary People |
| Edition Language: | English |
| Setting: | Lake Forest, Illinois(United States) |
| Literary Awards: | Janet Heidinger Kafka Prize (1976) |
Judith Guest
Paperback | Pages: 263 pages Rating: 3.91 | 18032 Users | 975 Reviews
Describe About Books Ordinary People
| Title | : | Ordinary People |
| Author | : | Judith Guest |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | Special Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 263 pages |
| Published | : | October 28th 1982 by Penguin Books (first published 1976) |
| Categories | : | Fiction. Classics. Contemporary. Psychology. Young Adult |
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Once, when my middle child was 7 or 8 years old, I was listening to the usual rhythm of her saying her evening prayer, when she surprised me by adding, “And Lord, please remember, when I die, I want to come back as a horse. Amen.”I laughed out loud at her prayer, but then I immediately realized my mistake, when I saw her face. She wasn't joking. I switched gears quickly, got serious, and said, “Honey. I don't get it. Why are you asking God to bring you back as a horse?”
She answered very matter-of-factly, “Being a person is too hard. I don't want to come back as one, next time. Horses know exactly what to do and they have more fun.”
Well, how can anyone argue with THAT? She's right. A horse eats, it drinks, it sleeps, it plays, it procreates, it eliminates, it dies. The horse's trajectory is ruled by nature. It does what a horse does. The end.
But, humans. Sigh. Humans.
Humans have strayed so far from the caves, our code for being human has become lost to us. Gone are the days of “Ugga, Ugga, Ugga” and all of our problems were solved. Gone are the days of the finger point to the vagina, the penis, the fire, the meat, the water, the baby, the sky, the ground. Our fingers used to do the talking, and I bet we were a HELL of a lot happier, too. (I've pointed my finger at Viggo Mortensen's penis in an earlier review, and nothing happened. It's like all the magic's gone.)
But, I digress.
Now, depending on culture, religion, geography, and social and economic status, the code can be completely different for each person, and chances are, the human code for YOU is close to impossible anyway, and you feel as though you're failing every day.
Nobody's role is simple, these days. Not even a kid's. It used to mean minding your manners, respecting those who were bigger than you, treating each day as a surprise package, waiting to be opened. . . this is the age of perfection, kid. Everybody try their emotional and physical damndest. Strive, strive. Correct all defects.
Correct all defects. Don't show weakness.
The code for humans is so complicated now, it seems based on a pursuit of perfection we sought for ourselves, but had no realistic basis. We have holy texts that guide us to be good, but none that I'm aware of that ask us to be God.
But we ain't Divine, people. And most of us are doing a lousy job of being perfect, but an excellent job of being miserable.
And no make-up or yoga pants or juice cleanse or private college or grad school or Paleo diet or test scores or attractive spouse or clever children or 2-car garage or 4,000 square foot home or Mercedes Benz or colored hair or bank account or successful career or skinny ass or perpetual smile is ever going to make us PERFECT.
Because we're ORDINARY, people.
And as far as I'm concerned. . . the sooner we head back to the caves, the better.
I'm headed to mine right now. (I'm trading in my overpriced yoga pants for leopard skins, and Viggo M's ass better be waiting for me).
My daughter says she'll carry me on her back.
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Ratings: 3.91 From 18032 Users | 975 ReviewsComment On About Books Ordinary People
It is one thing to read a book written by a contemporary author, set in the not-too-distant past; it is another entirely to read one written in and completely of its time. To read Ordinary People is to step through the looking glass into the sweetly familiar terrain of mid-1970s. But beneath the surface details is a book of timeless themes and incomparable elegance. As a fan of the 1980 movie, I could hear the voices of the actors as I read the dialogue: Mary Tyler Moore's controlledI liked this book. I hated the mom.
Last night, I watched the movie based on Ordinary People and it's one of those situations where it's leaps and bounds above its source material. It highlights all the good parts, while cutting out the bits and that are contrived and silly. Redford deserved his Oscar for best director for pulling a great movie out of an alright book. Was nobody else bothered by the parents in this book? Cal is perfect, the great orphan who pulled himself up from the muck to achieve greatness. He still has depth,
It wasnt until I was mostly finished with Ordinary People that I realized it was Judith Guests first novel. She depicts dysfunctional family dynamics and mental illness with such clarity and compassion. Her character development is stunning for this short of a book and her writing was descriptive and poignant, without being flowery. With a few exceptions of music and car models, this book is as timely now as it was in 1976. Guest writes about grief like someone having gone through the grieving
A deeply moving, thoughtful book, Ordinary People takes a brutally close look at the dynamics of a family coping with the loss of a child. Conrad, the surviving child, struggles with his own guilt and pain by attempting suicide and has just been released from a mental hospital. Calvin, the father, feels as if he has let down both his sons and suddenly feels uncertain, reeling from the fact that he could not protect his own family. Finally, there is Beth, the mother, who comes across as cold and
Was looking up the 2019 Women's Prize Longlist titles and was down to Diana Evans's Ordinary People ---- and remembered that I am so damned old I read the one by Judith Guest in 1976.
Books like Ordinary People are why I read.This is the first book I've read on the subject of depression that isn't written as a memoir, from a clinical stand point, or with the intention of "self-help". With that said, Ordinary People was the most concise version of depression I've ever seen. Judith Guest has to have had first-hand experience with depression or else she needs to get out of my head. There is so much comfort in seeing your own inexplicable emotions laid out before you page after
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