I Am, I Am, I Am: Seventeen Brushes with Death

‘’There is nothing unique or special in a near-death experience. They are not rare; everyone, I would venture, has had them, at one time or another, perhaps without even realising it.’’

How difficult it is to write a text about a memoir...No matter if you liked it or not, no matter whether you shared the writer’s views or not, a memoir is a testament of someone’s heart and soul and how can anyone dissect it so light-heartedly? This memoir by Maggie O’Farrell is one of the most poignant, powerful, altering reads we will ever experience. Therefore, if this review looks to you a bit all over the place, I apologize because I never succeed in explaining my feelings adequately. Once you read this book, I don’t think you will show more ever view life through the same lens as before.

‘’I’m trying to write a life, told only through near-death experiences.’’

17 times when Death’s shadow came too close to her and her children. 17 times when she fought with all her might and succeeded in defeating the enemy who was in a hurry to claim one more soul much too early. She lets us into her life by revealing her most vulnerable moments. Hidden in these memories are shocking details about dangers that came out of nowhere, thoughts on how love started, a boyfriend who was an egoist to the core, a horrible doctor who served a misogynistic, Victorian view of ‘’helping’’ women with their labour, her saviours, the people who made sure she would return, her beautiful family. There are so many aspects of O’Farrell that I admire and marvelled at. She is such a free spirit, her wanderlust comes alive through the pages as she narrates her experiences in diverse places. China, Chile, France, Italy, Wales and her native Northern Ireland. Her affinity to the sea and hiking, her aversion to tea, which I share completely. I was particularly touched by the birth of her first child because I was a star-gazer baby myself that put my mum in extreme danger during labour. There is also a beautiful reference to Karen Blixen’s Seven Gothic Tales.

O’Farrell’s writing strikes your feelings, your heart. I always feel uncomfortable with hospitals, I’ve been to one only once- thank God and all the Heavens- and even reading about them makes me feel terrible. Therefore, the experience of her illness as a child was terrifying to read as was the behaviour of her classmates afterwards. This verified, once again, my conviction that children are often the most heartless creatures in the universe. She describes the era when the HIV nightmare began vividly and full of compassion. In many cases, it is evident that women face extensive dangers because of our sex. As I often say, it is the absolute loss of any trace of equality. As long as we are unable to feel secure beyond any doubt while we’re walking in the street, equality is non-existent. It is an empty word written in such charades as ‘’so-called’’ legislations just so the governments have the opportunity to feel politically correct. It is a utopia, a wish that will never become a fulfilled reality…

The impact of the language she uses is such that even though I knew she survived, in every incident my heart was pounding in agony. Then, you start thinking ‘’what if?’’ What if things have turned out differently? What if this happened to me? What would I do? It definitely makes you think about living and making every moment count, as morbid or detrimental as it may sound. How fragile and, at the same time, how strong our bodies are. Her thoughts on miscarriage should be read by every woman.

This is a book you will live in. Your feelings, your thoughts, your entire self will experience it. I know it changed me, even a small portion of me. I know that I need not complain about mild headaches, seasonal flu or the common cold. The strength she shows in coping with her daughter’s challenges -as it happens with every mother who faces similar situations- is a source of endurance and strength for all of us. I don’t think that a reader can finish this book and remain untouched. The realisation of our own mortality and the fact that there are no limits despite the moments when contradictions hit us like an earthquake. The only limit is this stranger with the dark clothes, waiting in every corner…

‘’We are, all of us, wandering about in a state of oblivion, borrowing our time, seizing our days, escaping our fates, slipping through loopholes, unaware of when the axe may fall.’’

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I read Hamnet last month and while I didn’t love that as much as many, I could see how beautiful the writing was so when @somethingarosie shared some snippets of this book I was intrigued not just by the writing but also the premise.

Maggie O’Farrell presents us with seventeen near-death experiences from her life, some fleeting, some more urgent and all with a sense of connection to what life means; how often it is only in the moments when it may be taken away that we reflect on how precious life is. This memoir is written beautifully. The stories jump back and forth in time from Maggie at 18 to her as a child to more recent times navigating childbirth as well as pregnancy loss.

While our experiences are not the same, I couldn’t show more help reflecting on my own near-death experiences. The car crash I shouldn’t have walked away from, the flight to my brother’s wedding with my whole family where we had to skirt the edges of a hurricane, the near drowning at 5 years old when I was convinced I didn’t need my armbands because a boy my age at the beach wasn’t wearing them.

By the last chapter where Maggie talks about her daughter, the fear of death is so palpable that I found it impossible to step away. show less

I've read two five star novels by Maggie O'Farrell now (Hamnet and The Marriage Portrait) and I finally made time to dip a toe into her back catalogue. I'd previously worried that I Am, I Am, I Am - Seventeen Brushes with Death would be a misery memoir and I'm just not interested in that type of book. However, I listened to the sample and decided to give this a try and thankfully, I was richly rewarded for taking the chance.

I Am, I Am, I Am - Seventeen Brushes with Death is a memoir by Maggie O'Farrell that deals with seventeen separate experiences in her life, seventeen times she could have died, and didn't.

Near death experiences or NDEs are fascinating, but not what this is about.

I Am, I Am, I Am is about the circumstances leading up show more to each episode and the personal reflection and self assessment the author shares with us. Maggie O'Farrell is able to establish an instant intimacy with the reader by stripping herself bare and sharing her inner most thoughts and revelations from different points in her life with us.

Motherhood and love is at the heart of most of these stories, as is an uncompromising and unflinching self awareness.

The language and writing is absolutely sublime, and Daisy Donovan narrated the audiobook I listened to with passion and spirit and perfect interpretation of mood, subject and feeling.

At the end of I Am, I Am, I Am - Seventeen Brushes with Death I didn't feel weighed down by a hard life, as you might expect. Instead I felt inspired, invigorated and brimming with admiration for this amazing, fierce, complicated, intelligent, flawed and brilliant woman.

Highly recommended! show less

wow wow wow I loved this memoir. It’s structured as vignettes about O’Farrell’s 17 brushes with death from accidents, illnesses and dangerous strangers. They’re not exaggerated incidents; the dangers are dramatic and suspenseful and death seems imminent. Yet at the same time, her voice is gentle and reflective, steady in the present time and weaving in flashbacks and flash-forwards with a mastery that could serve as a writing class. I’m in awe that none of her experiences dim her relentless adventurousness.

The knowledge that I was lucky to be alive, that it so easily could have been otherwise, skewed my thinking. … What else was I going to do with my independence, my ambulatory state, except exploit it for all it was worth?

I Am, I Am, I Am was one of my last books in 2020. I loved it! Not all the brushes with death are hers (but most are). I could personally relate to several of the medical incidents, not so much the criminal ones (but they were scary and fascinating), and I was especially moved by the last chapter featuring her daughter who has eczema and allergies.

Each chapter is a different narrow escape, well written, suspenseful and told with insight and humor. You could call her unlucky, but to still be here after all this, I think she is quite the opposite--incredibly lucky!! Recommended. O'Farrell is also the author of Hamnet, another great read.

Maggie O'Farrell is a superb writer with a special kind of sensibility - for we all have brushes with death, but often we don't even notice them, let alone reflect. O'Farrell's seventeen "brushes" are of varying seriousness, organized by an indecipherable method (it's not chronological or reverse chronological), but every section, long or short, seems perfectly placed and weighted, from the first - a frightening encounter with a man on a mountain path - to the penultimate and final - a childhood encephalitis with lasting effects, and O'Farrell's daughter's anaphylaxis.

I rushed through this in two days, as it was due back to the library, but I would have liked to have spent longer with it; I can certainly see reading it again. O'Farrell show more is one of my favorite working writers.

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Epigraph:
I took a deep breath and listened to the old
brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
-Sylvia Plath

Quotes

We are, all of us, wandering about in a state of oblivion, borrowing our time, seizing our days, escaping our fates, slipping through loopholes, unaware of when the axe may fall...
If you are aware of these moments, they will alter you. (32)

What I wish I had known....[was] that the things in life which don't go to plan are usually more important, more formative, in the long run, that the things that do.
You need to expect the unexpected, to embrace it. The best way, I am about to discover, is not always the easiest way. (55-56)

Something has caught up with me now: the fear that, beside the lake, had held itself in check has invaded my body. (71)

I had not known, until that moment, what a lonely experience it is to be in danger, in the middle of a room full of people who are frantically working to save your life. (90)

Around one in five pregnancies ends in miscarriage; up to 75% of these occur in the first trimester. The risk of pregnancy loss, then, in the first twelve weeks is 15 per cent. (97)

Instead of an intimation of mortality, what is solidifying, taking root inside me, is something else, a welding together of this place with the sensation of a near-miss, an escape from something beyond my control. The feeling of having pulled my head, one more time, out of the noose... (127)

The experiences you live through while gravely ill take on a near-mystical quality. Fever, pain, medicine, immobility: all these things give you both clarity and also distance, depending on which is riding in the ascendant. (226) show less

This is an unusual memoir. Maggie O’Farrell sketches seventeen episodes that she labels in the subtitle as “Brushes with Death.” They are of unequal length and not arranged chronologically. The title of the collection comes from Sylvia Plath’s Bell Jar, which recounts a (self-induced) brush with death.
O’Farrell emulates neither the protagonist nor the author of that book. Instead, she seems to rush headlong from one danger to another. During one adventure, she tells herself, “I should know better,” a sentence that could appear in more than one of the other chapters.
Yet rather than characterizing her recklessness as a death wish, the author maintains, credibly, that it is a hunger for life after overhearing a nurse in the show more corridor of a hospital hushing a child being hustled along the need to be quiet by saying, “there’s a little girl dying in there.”
She doesn’t, but comes out of the experience changed. The chapter describing it, “Cerebellum,” is the longest and penultimate. The final chapter, “Daughter,” is nearly as long and describes her child’s life-threatening allergies and congenital eczema, a struggle that brings us to the present as of the book’s publication. The reason for the non-chronological order becomes clear. These two chapters mirror each other and together build a crescendo, leaving this reader in awe of the will to endure and of the thin membrane, “easily…perforated,” between life and death. Of her daughter, in the final sentence of the book, she alters Plath’s phrase: “She is, she is, she is.”
Another excellent chapter, “Baby and Bloodstream,” recounts a missed miscarriage: a fetus that had died but that O’Farrell’s body had not expelled. When an ultrasound reveals it, she can’t stop looking at the screen: “I want to remember it, to honor its existence, however short.”
Written with a rich vocabulary and in flowing prose, the book is a quick read but not always an easy one. show less