Titlebook: On the Literary Nonfiction of Nancy Mairs; A Critical Anthology Merri Lisa Johnson,Susannah B. Mintz Book 2011 Merri Lisa Johnson and Susan

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Susannah B. Mintzing approach, since it helps the SP to reduce its loss in bad-debt and capital devaluation. Meanwhile, Quality of Service (QoS) is a major concern from the EUs’ perspective, especially when they have heavy traffic demands and suffer from network congestion due to limited access bandwidths. Our propo

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Autopathography: Women, Illness, and Lifewriting, failed marriages and failed careers, alcoholism and breakdowns and outrageous conduct” (3). According to Oates—not entirely a disinterested party, since, as a famous writer, she is sure to be a biographer’s subject eventually—we are in the midst of an outbreak of diseased biography that dwells obsessively on its subjects’ (psycho)pathology.

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“Making Up the Stories as We Go Along”: Men, Women, and Narratives of Disabilitye find ourselves. Striving to create ourselves in stories, we simultaneously are created by stories; this curious tension speaks to and of the postmodern human condition—and reminds us of the importance of attending to stories.

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On Nancy’s Husband George: Masculinity, Disability, and Sex after Cancer-reinvention; whereas studying Mairs’s feminist self-construction leads to insights about women’s embodied experiences, probing her portrayal of George produces equally useful awareness of feminist models of male disabled experience.

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On Depression Narratives: “Hence, into the dark, we write…”ly framed. For instance, she writes, “I cannot view these lapses without shame. My life often seems a series of small failures to do as I ought” (“On Being a Cripple” 12). It could only be ironic, and bitterly so, to see a disabling, life-transforming illness in terms of failure to observe proprieties.

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Transforming the Tale: The Auto/body/ographies of Nancy Mairsk as a crippled woman… No body, no voice; no voice, no body. That’s what I know in my bones… I couldn’t write bodiless prose” (96); and she answers her own question at the start of ., “Literally, no body. I am not ‘Nancy + MS’” (8).

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