Reflections From Life
An excellent collection of essays, of life writing with a particular connection to the body and how women negotiate life when part(s) of it malform and interrupt the ordinary course of a life, making it something extraordinary.
Extraordinary it is, that Gleeson went through all she has until now and managed to create a family and birth this wonderful book, not to mention curating The Glass Shore and The Long Gaze Back, two anthologies that celebrate Irish women writers.
Just as the cover displays the image of a body with numbered sections, inside the book the chapters are labelled with small diagrams that represent a key to the constellations, adding another layer of metaphor and meaning for the reader to ponder.
The Many Diagnoses and A Commitment
As a young girl, the author was diagnosed with monoarticular arthritis, rare to discover in a young person, it would mark the beginning of a lifetime of interventions, all of which might have had more devastating consequences, but Gleeson possesses a remarkable ability to rally, recover and live life on her own terms, despite the heavy price her body puts upon her.
The essays share the struggles, the shame, the hopes and disappointments, of bones, of blood, of hair, of children, of grief, of witness to a deteriorating mind, the many varied experiences that might represent weakness in the body, however they have all contributed to creating and moulding a psyche of great strength and perseverance. An activist. A voice. A woman standing in the light, seen, heard, inspiring.
On the night of her leukemia diagnosis, not being able to face telling her parents she asked the nurse to break the news and then prepared herself to see them.
“I will never forget their faces, their incomprehension and tears. Amid all the wrongness of that moment, I knew something was required of me. To hide my fear and offer them a glimpse of a future none of us knew had any certainty. I have no memory of this but my mother told me years later that I looked into her face and said, ‘I’m not going to die, I’m going to write a book.’ To commit to writing, or art, is to commit to living. A self imposed deadline as a means of continued existence. It has taken me a long time to write that book and here I am, so very far from that awful night.”
A Wound Gives Off Its Own Light
The essay I found the most moving comes near the end is named after an Anne Carson poem ‘ A Wound Gives Off Its Own Light’ which explores the relationship with art and creativity as a way to channel or express what is being felt. She is moved by the work and motivations of Frida Kahlo, Jo Spence, Lucy Grealy.
“Kahlo, Grealy and Spence were lights in the dark for me, a form of guidance. A triangular constellation. To me, they showed that it was possible to live a parallel creative life, one that overshadows the patient life, nudging it off centre stage…That in taking all the pieces of the self, fractured by surgery, there is a rearrangement: making wounds the source of inspiration, not the end of it.”

The Body Compromised by Allia Jen Yousef (2001-2019)
Spence’s medium was photography; an ageing, sick, working class woman, she sought representation, visibility, her series Phototherapy, focused on the intersection between arts, health and well-being, combining comic and feminist ideas, outward expressions to promote inner healing or peace, disruptive to the viewer, soothing to the artist.
“Representing a diagnosis – in art, words or photos – is an attempt to explain to ourselves what has happened, to deconstruct the world and rebuild it in our way. Perhaps articulating a life-changing illness is part of recovery. But so is finding the kind of articulation that is personal to you.”
I was reminded while reading of Maggie O’Farrell’s I Am, I Am, I Am memoir that I read in January, it similarly tracks events (seventeen brushes with death) and turning points in a life that invite pause and reflection, some more dramatic than others.
I read Constellations as part of #ReadingIrelandMonth21. Have you read any good Irish non fiction this month?
Sinéad Gleeson
A writer of essays, criticism and fiction, her writings have appeared in Granta, Winter Papers and Gorse. Constellations won Non Fiction Book of the Year at the Irish Book Awards in 2019.
Further Reading Irish Nonfiction
A Ghost in the Throat by Doireann Ni Ghriofa
Handiwork by Sara Baume
An Affair With My Mother by Catriona Palmer
I’ve read a couple of essays from this book and really appreciated her way of writing about creativity and illness. The book I really hope gets published here soon is a book she edited – ‘The Art of the Glimpse’. In a few interviews that I’ve heard I also greatly admire and envy the sheer number of books she seems to have read and remembered in detail!
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Oh how did ‘The Art of the Glimpse’ slip by me? It sounds wonderful too, I do love how Gleeson is such a champion of writers and especially of those that deserve to be seen and heard, paving the way for some of them to go on to publish their own books. The Art of the Glimpse with its mix of greater and lesser knowns makes me wonder how it would be if the author’s names were left off, if there really was equality and words alone had to put themselves forward, without the cape of the owner showing.
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I’ve often wondered that myself, someone should try out a publishing version of the blind auditions musicians do for orchestras. Then give the proper credit of course.
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I recall reading an extract from this book when it first appeared in hardback, an essay that I found very compelling. There was an openness to it, something that must be quite difficult to achieve given the intensely personal nature of the subject matter at hand. It’s definitely a book I’d like to read, but maybe not right now when we’re still in the midst of a global health crisis!
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I thought this collection was very strong indeed. Glad you enjoyed it Claire.
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