I, Mary MacLane


Read by Lynne T

(5 stars; 2 reviews)

Described as "the first blogger", Mary MacLane lived a tortured life, ahead of her time. Her beloved father died when she was a young child, and at the age of 8, her stepfather moved the family from its home in Winnipeg, Canada to Montana in the United States, where young Mary had a hard time making friends. Her sensational autobiographical style of writing was considered scandalous, as she told of her bohemian lifestyle, feminist politics and open bisexuality. Although popular during her lifetime, among a sensation-seeking public, and being credited with influencing such writers as Scott Fitzgerald and Edith Wharton, her work lost its popularity after her death at the age of 48. - Summary by Lynne Thompson (7 hr 51 min)

Chapters

A crucible of my own making 5:34 Read by Lynne T
Half inevitably, half by choice 4:44 Read by Lynne T
A twisted moral 2:58 Read by Lynne T
Everyday and to-morrow 14:35 Read by Lynne T
A mathematic dead-wall 1:48 Read by Lynne T
My neat blue chair 4:39 Read by Lynne T
A lost person 1:40 Read by Lynne T
A thin damnedness 7:07 Read by Lynne T
A prison of self 2:09 Read by Lynne T
A winding sheet 17:34 Read by Lynne T
The Dover road 3:29 Read by Lynne T
The harp of worn strings 3:15 Read by Lynne T
A strongly-windy Saturday 0:46 Read by Lynne T
A someway separate individual 3:30 Read by Lynne T
Sincerity and despair 4:53 Read by Lynne T
It’s not death 0:40 Read by Lynne T
A human prerogative 3:11 Read by Lynne T
The merciless beauty 6:28 Read by Lynne T
My shoes 4:06 Read by Lynne T
An eerie quality 1:08 Read by Lynne T
A helliad 3:48 Read by Lynne T
Swift go my days 2:36 Read by Lynne T
By the blood of dead Americans 1:51 Read by Lynne T
To express me 6:26 Read by Lynne T
Bastard lacy valentines 13:16 Read by Lynne T
Sweet fine sweatings of blood 9:55 Read by Lynne T
Instinct—a ‘first law’ 5:31 Read by Lynne T
Loose twos 1:31 Read by Lynne T
Knitting or plaiting straw 8:17 Read by Lynne T
A life-long lonely word 1:14 Read by Lynne T
Their voices 8:10 Read by Lynne T
My damns 5:03 Read by Lynne T
To God, care of the whistling winds 13:58 Read by Lynne T
A working diaphragm 8:44 Read by Lynne T
Lot’s wife 11:40 Read by Lynne T
My echoing footsteps 11:01 Read by Lynne T
A comfortably vicious person 2:08 Read by Lynne T
In my black dress and my still room 7:56 Read by Lynne T
Their little shoes 5:54 Read by Lynne T
The sleep of the dead 3:46 Read by Lynne T
Stickily mad 3:19 Read by Lynne T
God compensates me 8:13 Read by Lynne T
The strange braveness 1:38 Read by Lynne T
Just beneath my skin 3:00 Read by Lynne T
God’s kindly caprice 14:20 Read by Lynne T
A fascinating creature 6:23 Read by Lynne T
No resonance 1:26 Read by Lynne T
Black-browed Wednesdays 13:14 Read by Lynne T
The conscious analyst 4:09 Read by Lynne T
Eye when I mean tooth 1:53 Read by Lynne T
A wild mare 3:08 Read by Lynne T
The mist 2:14 Read by Lynne T
A white liner 16:01 Read by Lynne T
Beneficent bedlam 0:59 Read by Lynne T
A deathly pathos 2:27 Read by Lynne T
The necklace 5:48 Read by Lynne T
Slyly garbling and cross-purposing 22:24 Read by Lynne T
Not quite voilà-tout 13:57 Read by Lynne T
A damned spider 5:47 Read by Lynne T
To wander and hang and float about 4:12 Read by Lynne T
A thousand kisses 6:44 Read by Lynne T
A fluttering-moth wish 4:15 Read by Lynne T
Twenty inches of ajarness 7:36 Read by Lynne T
A profoundly delicious idea 2:40 Read by Lynne T
A mountebank’s cloak 6:01 Read by Lynne T
A familiar sharp twist 6:52 Read by Lynne T
A dark bright fierce fire 5:26 Read by Lynne T
Late afternoon 3:39 Read by Lynne T
An ancient witch-light 7:50 Read by Lynne T
The gray-purple 11:05 Read by Lynne T
The subdivided cell 1:51 Read by Lynne T
Food and fire 12:43 Read by Lynne T
The edge of mist-and-silver 8:38 Read by Lynne T
A right shape and size 6:52 Read by Lynne T
Ice-water, corrosive acid and human breath 8:56 Read by Lynne T
Rhythm 5:12 Read by Lynne T
A prayer-feeling 3:37 Read by Lynne T

Reviews


(5 stars)

it's the best book . the happenings and the feelings behind them is wonderfully described . it's as if am opening my own chapters