To say I have doubts I could do justice writing a review on this book is an understatement. The effects of the story within its pages lingers in the psyche, leaving me touched in such a deep way I am very tempted to track down the author and... hug her!
I really struggled writing this review. It took some deep thought and clarifying what meaning Barbra's journey has for me as an intrinsic part of "Dear Merilyn's" message. A deeply personal book, the courage this amazing woman has shown by being so frank is a gift of healing and insight for those who are devoured by it's story.
I was initially drawn in by the plethora of colour artwork scattered through the pages, from native landscapes to erotica to harsh depictions of domestic violence to the naiveties of youth.
A riveting, very
real book chronicling the life journey of an incredible woman. Australian artist Barbra Leslie's forthright and frank, painful and exuberant, biography begins with the Ash Wednesday fires in 1980. A beginning of high emotion fraught with tension sets the stage for her journey fraught with highs and lows, pain and joy, light and shadows. As the native bush around Barbra regenerates, so too does she, as the writer reliving her experiences and healing her past.
I wonder if this book touched such chords within me as in many ways it reflected my own experiences, as well as the archetypal journey of artist, woman and survivor.
To intimately describe the contents of this book would really do it an injustice however some of the topics include child and sexual abuse, abortion, domestic violence, physical pain, the mother-daughter relationship, the concept of family, suicide and healing the past. Life's unpredictable tragedies are interspersed with golden sunlight catching the forms of eucalypti and sandy estuaries. Life is Art, in wholism.
"Dear Merilyn" is mostly written as a series of letters to Barbra's friend, and one also forms a relationship with
her. It is 'what isn't said', 'what isn't told', that captures the mind and heart as much as what
is said.
The book is raw, it is shocking, it is strength and vulnerability. It isn't a book of joy, however it is one of hope. Of victory. The feeling of finishing that last page leaves a lasting impression of familiarity, admiration, respect and deep affinity with the author. She surely brings you into the precious sanctums of her inner being, complete with fragile poppet.
Wherever Barbra Leslie is now, I surely know she is passionately exploring life as wholeheartedly and honestly as she can - hopefully with a glass of wine in hand, a sway to her hips, friends and family aplenty, and an eye on just how that flight of cockatoos paints its own unique calligraphy across the limitless horizon...