The Pharmacist's Mate

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Summary: Amazingly deep for its length
Review: A slim book, only 86 pages. It's the story of a woman who has just lost her father and is dealing with that, and at the same time trying to get pregnant, something she's been struggling with for a long time. A very likable narrator. Fusselman does a great job of conveying emotional depth with very few words.

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Summary: an unedited disappointment
Review: After reading a review in a Columbus Paper, I decided to go read the book,only to find that the review had been more entertaining than the book. The book reads like Dave Eggers on Mountain Dew, who sounds like David Foster Wallace writing about personal things in a postmodern fashion, which robs those said things of any nobility, and crowns them with a commercial vitality.

The commercialization of the death of loved ones, and Other Forms of Personal Misery made Public, seem to be staples at McSweeneys Press. I have learned this, and now, for enjoyment I shall run into brick walls instead of buying into the hype.

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Summary: Should've known better....
Review: After reading a review in a Columbus Paper, I decided to go read the book,only to find that the review had been more entertaining than the book. The book reads like Dave Eggers on Mountain Dew, who sounds like David Foster Wallace writing about personal things in a postmodern fashion, which robs those said things of any nobility, and crowns them with a commercial vitality.

The commercialization of the death of loved ones, and Other Forms of Personal Misery made Public, seem to be staples at McSweeneys Press. I have learned this, and now, for enjoyment I shall run into brick walls instead of buying into the hype.

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Summary: Spare Me.
Review: I am unable to like Amy Fusselman. It would seem I'm a minority as 'Pharmacist's Mate' is a best seller, however, I am prepared to take the risk. From the beginning the book is lacking in emotional maturity. Instead the reader is drawn into an inconclusive angst that suggests the beginnings of a severe psychological disorder on the part of the author.

We all have father's. Eventually they die. There is a tendencey to golorify the dead in our bereavement to levels of greatness the breaved one could never have achieved in life. Am I to feel empathy for a man who had a penchant for guns (a fixation that is never really explained) and who dies in relative peace, granted anonmity, surrounded by his loved ones? He leaves behind of course a daughter, who's sole purpose it seems is to procreate his and her own, insignificant myth.

It is a little banal. The language unchallenging. I wish I could say more. I can't.



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Summary: This memoir shattered me . . .
Review: I couldn't put this book down and read it straight through from beginning to end one morning. My soul was pierced with Amy Fusselman's recounting of her father's death, interwoven with his own words and her own very present 21st century uphill battle to become pregnant. The eternal cycle of life and death theme was not lost on me, but, I think what shattered me most was the theme and feeling of loss that pervades this book. What do we do with loss? How can we possibly accept it? Can we control it? The author tries to do this and she can't. We must accept it, in all its forms and trundle on . . . humorously, persistently, searching . . . which is the only thing we all can do.

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Summary: Human Look at the Mystery of Life
Review: I just finished Amy Fusselman's book and loved it! Every page was full of humanity and great heart.

I very much related to her story on a personal level. The mix of Life and death is ironic. There was a lot of wisdom and recognition in her book of the mystery of Life with a beautiful view, it was moving. I couldn't put it down and finished it in one day (rare for me). I wholeheartedly recommend this book.

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Summary: An Amazing, Brave, Honest Book
Review: I never write these reviews, but I just read the one about how Amy Fusselman was commercializing her grief, and I was sickened. That reviewer is obviously confused. Why would that reviewer read and review a memoir if he has a problem with memoirs?! Moreover, if he's got a problem with people writing about their lives, then he better throw out about 80% of the world's literature. Further, what does "Dave Eggers on Mountain Dew" mean? That would imply that Fusselman's book is hypercaffeinated, when it's just the opposite. My guess is that the reviewer didn't read Fusselman's book, or Eggers's, or Wallace's, for that matter, and he's upset that McSweeney's didn't take HIS book to publish. Anyhoo, The Pharmacist's Mate is brilliant, understated, profound, perfectly written and deeply moving. It takes courage and a huge heart to write candidly about actual life, and this is what Fusselman has done. Long live the Literature of the Truth.

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Summary: The Pharmacist's Mate
Review: In his essay "On Writing," Raymond Carver gave a great bit of advice: No tricks. In true Carver fashion, he'd pared this down from Geoffrey Wolff's edict, No cheap tricks. Carver's skeletal prose is largely out of fashion now, which is sort of a shame, because Amy Fuesselman's The Pharmacist's Mate proves that honest, bare bones writing is still capable of tremendous power.

The Pharmacist's Mate is a brief, though not slight, meditation on death, birth, family and music. I found the parts about music particularly interesting, with Fusselman veering as she does between the visceral powers of sea shanties, AC/DC's "Hell's Bells," and "Row Row Row Your Boat." In Fusselman's world, music is one of our most mysterious properties. It takes up space, fills whole stadiums, whips up emotion and inspires devotion, yet it remains invisible, something that can't be touched.

Of course, death is just as intangible. But rather than fill space, it sucks people into it. "After (my dad) died," Fusselman writes, "I saw that people and space are permeable to each other in a way that people and people are not. I saw that space is like water. People can go inside it." And we are there with her, with her family, around her father's deathbed when he finally slips into the space between them.

But this book isn't merely about his dying. He is alive in these pages, too, in the form of journal entries from his days in the Merchant Marine. These are the most priceless sections of the book. They speak in the voice of a young man learning about the world (literally). He shoots sea gulls with a pea shooter, practices using a sextant and treats his shipmates for shock and VD. My favorite line (written after some of the crew on his ship leaves): "I sure hated to see Freddy Hoeske go, for he was my best buddy."

The Pharmacist's Mate defies easy categorization, but I guess you could call it a memoir. It succeeds, though, where other contemporary memoirs fail (or worse, become a big boring mess of solipsism and self-pity) because it reflects something larger than the interests of the author. (For a touchstone example of this, see Martin Amis's Experience, which is very, very great.) It does this, in part, because the writing is lean and disciplined. That's the quality that I admire most.

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Summary: Miss Fusselman's Book
Review: It is very difficult to talk about tiny things and at the same time talk about immense things, but this writer seems to do it naturally, and the result is a beautiful, interwoven story, filled with sweet, serious, funny observations about her immediate situation, her place in larger situations, and the places of others in both her life and their own. With an amazingly light touch, things that seem to be very different and simple are shown to be connected and extraordinary. I loved this book.

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Summary: Savor The Space Between
Review: Kudos! to Amy Fusselman on her first book, The Pharmacist's Mate. A delicate and filling fare, this book is not only about events: trying to conceive, mourning the loss of a parent, discovering and uncovering. This book also delicously addresses and describes the space between events, the fascinating particles which function as the adhesive, so often overlooked by many of us.

I have had the blessed fortune to have met Ms. Fusselman. She is dazzling in the cloak she wears, which is her art, her life. Upon meeting her, I immediately wished that I could spend hours with her, drinking coffee, eating sweets, and being swept up in her magic, her art, her life. Anyone who reads The Pharmacist's Mate will want to meet Ms. Fusselman, and talk with her about her observations, which I pray will continue to permeate her future writing efforts. The Pharmacist's Mate was such an enjoyable and effortless read, and I look forward to reading more of Ms. Fusselman's fragrantly seasoned words.