In this brilliantly imagined novel, Amelia Earhart tells us what happened after she and her navigator, Fred Noonan, disappeared off the coast of New Guinea one glorious, windy day in 1937. And she tells us about herself.
There is her love affair with flying ("The sky is flesh") . . . .
There are her memories of the past: her childhood desire to become a heroine ("Heroines did what they wanted") . . . her marriage to G.P. Putnam, who promoted her to fame, but was willing to gamble her life so that the book she was writing about her round-the-world flight would sell out before Christmas.
There is the flight itself — day after magnificent or perilous or exhilarating or terrifying day ("Noonan once said any fool could have seen I was risking my life but not living it").
And there is, miraculously, an island ("We named it Heaven, as a kind of joke").
And, most important, there is Noonan . . .
Katherine Whittamore "Hubris and liquor" made Amelia Earhart crash, according to Jane Mendelsohn, her literary channeler in I Was Amelia Earhart . "The more he (her navigator, Fred Noonan) drank, the more reckless she became, the more he drank." If you don't mind riding on thermals of speculation without a glider of fact, you'll love this novel, which purports to tell the story of Earhart and Noonan after their plane goes down. If you do mind, I Was Amelia Earhart will feel indulgent and bothersome until about page 46, when the imaginative loop-de-loops arch into something higher than sheer style: "We saw the same sights and felt the same breezes," writes Mendelsohn of Earhart and Noonan, pre-flameout. "We watched the same moon dip in and out of the same clouds. We felt the same rain and heard the same silences. It was like sharing a dream with someone else." We learn of Earhart's little-loved husband G.P. Putnam, with his "studied New York charm," and her failed inventor father. We read the telegram from the Roosevelts. We appreciate, if never warm to, the aviatrix's uncompromising personality; "I have not one self-sacrificing, maternal bone in my unwomanly, muscular body," as she says. But she loves her plane, "a barge of beaten silver," with its cruddy radio and bamboo fishing pole, along which messages were sent from tail to cockpit. We hear about the month-long trip across the world, most nights spent sleeping in hangars "on rancid cots, with sinister stains." But all this is preparation for part two of the book, where the pair ends up, yessir, on a desert island. "TV movie," one groans, but this is where Mendelsohn's flights of fancy spiral the highest. The book now becomes a great read. Earhart and Noonan move from hope of rescue to bickering, hatred, and madness; to love and then to fear of rescue, against a backdrop of coconut palms, "slate-colored sharks," heatwaves so bad Noonan's skin bleeds, monsoons where the "clouds turned purple, bruising before our eyes," and sweaty lovemaking. He does the fishing and she builds the fires, as well as "replicas of the Hoover Dam, the Eiffel Tower, and then, when she is at her most despairing, a scale model of the Brooklyn Bridge." It sounds like a cloying montage, but it isn't. Both realize that the booze and the flying were more escapes from life than runs at transcendence; by deplaning from the world of publicists and reporters and expected behaviors, they get their lives back. "Noonan once said any fool could have seen I was risking my life but not living it," as Earhart/Mendelsohn says. A year past the crash, after a supper of shark fin soup, the two go for a swim in the lagoon, "where they were both struck at the same moment with the realization that they had never been so happy." You may not feel quite the same way -- the prose is lovely, but completely humorless -- yet the book does spirit you aloft. It brings Amelia Earhart to life, more than any straight biography ever could. -- Salon

Jane, 1965- Mendelsohn

Alfred A. Knopf Books for Young Readers

New York: Vintage Contemporaries

Random House, Incorporated

Random House AudioBooks

Vintage Books

Vintage contemporaries, 1st Vintage Contemporaries ed, New York, 1997, ©1996

1st ed., New York, New York State, 1996

United States, United States of America

1st edition, New York, 1996

Reprint, PS, 1997

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topic: Earhart, Amelia, 1897-1937; Earhart, Amelia, 1897-1937; Women air pilots

Type: 英文图书

Bookmarks:
1. (p1) Part One
1.1. (p2) One
1.2. (p3) Two
1.3. (p4) Three
1.4. (p5) Four
2. (p6) Part Two
2.1. (p7) Five
2.2. (p8) Six
2.3. (p9) Seven
2.4. (p10) Eight
2.5. (p11) Nine
2.6. (p12) Ten
2.7. (p13) Eleven
3. (p14) Part Three
3.1. (p15) Twelve
4. (p16) Acknowledgments
5. (p17) A Note on the Type

theme: Earhart, Amelia, 1897-1937; Earhart, Amelia, 1897-1937; Women air pilots

In this brilliantly imagined novel, Amelia Earhart tells us what happened after she and her navigator, Fred Noonan, disappeared off the coast of New Guinea one glorious, windy day in 1937. And she tells us about herself.
There is her love affair with flying ("The sky is flesh") . . . .
There are her memories of the her childhood desire to become a heroine ("Heroines did what they wanted") . . . her marriage to G.P. Putnam, who promoted her to fame, but was willing to gamble her life so that the book she was writing about her round-the-world flight would sell out before Christmas.
There is the flight itself -- day after magnificent or perilous or exhilarating or terrifying day ("Noonan once said any fool could have seen I was risking my life but not living it").
And there is, miraculously, an island ("We named it Heaven, as a kind of joke").
And, most important, there is Noonan . . .

In this novel, Amelia Earhart tells us what happened after she and her navigator, Fred Noonan, disappeared off the coast of New Guinea one glorious, windy day in 1937. And she tells us about herself. There is her love affair with flying ("The sky is flesh")...
There are her memories of the past: her childhood desire to become a heroine ("Heroines, they did whatever they wanted")...her marriage to G. P. Putnam, who promoted her to fame but was willing to gamble her life so that the book she was writing about her round-the-world flight would sell out before Christmas. There is the flight itself - day after magnificent or perilous or exhilarating or terrifying day ("Noonan once said any fool could have seen I was risking my life but not living it").
And there is, miraculously, an island ("We named it Heaven, as a kind of joke"). And, most important, there is Noonan...

A memoir by Amelia Earhart, the aviatrix, describing her life and her romance with Fred Noonan, the navigator, after they disappeared on their round-the-world flight in 1937. On the subject of her life she writes, "Noonan once said any fool could have seen I was risking my life without living it." Of the desert island where they crashed, "We call it Heaven, as a kind of joke." A moving tale by a first novelist

On July 2, 1937, Amelia Earhart flew her Lockheed Electra into a cloud bank off the coast of New Guinea and disappeared with her navigator, Fred Noonan. In this shimmering, sensuous novel, Earhart speaks to us from beyond the sky, suggesting what might have happened afterwards and proving that though the flesh is mortal, legends last forever

2023-06-28