Yet, ultimately, “An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination” is sad, at times even tear-inducing, since McCracken offers an unstinting. I was sitting at a table, having signed three books, one for a cheerful old lady who ‘d called my short stories pointless during the Q & A. Al’s wife. Review: An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCrackenA mother’s tender remembrance of her stillborn baby moves.

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An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination

Absolutely a great read. I’ll even end this review with her lmagination Kristine It’s not so much that it ‘won’t make sense’ as it won’t hit home for that person the same way it would for someone who has lost a child.

By the time she made it to a hospital, her son was dead. This is also a universal, tender, and touching exploration of the bottomless grief, comfort and pieces of healing that can come out of such t This is one of the most heartbreaking, exadt, and beautifully written memoirs I’ve ever read.

What else explains it, that odd, reliable comfort that billows up at the worst moments, like a ot sunset woven out of the smoke over a bombed city. Her thoughts about the woman’s request and its connection to her own grief riveted me: Elizabeth McCracken speaks of an extended family tree, where you suddenly have a kinship with complete strangers, who have, like us, given birth to death.

Early on in the book McCracken states that this is the happiest story in the world with the saddest ending, but I found the opposite to be just as equally true. I checked it out from a li It’s so hard to find the right words to describe this beautifully written poignant book. The whole spectrum of emotions are encountered. McCracken and her husband do recover.

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I found it so much more comforting than anything about angels or going towards the light. How you remember the horrible and unhelpful things some people said at the time but your level of tolerance for bullshit is somehow, and happily, now zero I too lost a few friends after their reactions to my “calamity” or lack thereof. Quotes from An Exact Replica This reminded me a lot of ‘The Year of Magical Thinking.


I could not agree more I’m glad I did, as once I was past that hurt, I could see McCracken had written a clear-eyed memoir, imaginatikn her beautiful talent with words to paint a repllica of her loss on her terms. What’s not easy is writing that story in a way that gets at the heart of the true emotions beneath the ones we so easily rely on.

It’s not a book Ov give to a grieving mother who has just gone through the same experience, but maybe one I’d give to someone a few months later.

I’m just not processing things the way she did and neither of us is wrong. Jul 15, Lisa Lieberman rated it really liked it.

He touched so many lives. We had two students there who had endured complications in pregnancy, resulting in the loss of possibilities. It’s a happy life, and someone is missing. My sister told my cousin, who had been my absolute best friend z the world as a two year old up until college, and she never emailed or called me. I am not indifferent to her story, her tragedy, her pain, her deep sadness, and the process — slow, not steady, never assured — of reluctant but necessary acceptance and the lifetime process of healing.

It is a thoughtful, imaginahion constructed narrative, a love letter to her husband, and the card she wished she’d been able to hand to everyone who inquired and still inquires brightly “How are things with lf But it is better than those, because this is real.

An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken

I also fel Even though Elizabeth’s McCracken’s loss is different from my own, I was comforted by her ability to articulate her grief. I too, wished I could just hand people a card, or wear a t-shirt that said, “My mother just died” in the wake of my calamity. Even an autopsy of McCracken’s child is inconclusive, so his death will always be a mystery, and at oc moment you, the reader, think, my GOD, what else can this poor woman go through?


This is one of the most heartbreaking, moving, and beautifully written imagjnation I’ve ever read. I hope that someday I can write an account of my own experience in a way that would make it something others would want to read. It is moving and sad and beautiful, and I fear that any attempt to describe it here will sound at best morbid and at worst like a Lifetime movie.

I needed the physical proof that he was real and he existed, even if he never lived outside of my womb. I related to it on so many levels and was often stunned by some of the similarities to my own situation and thoughts.

An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination by Elizabeth McCracken

Years before she had thought of becoming a mother herself, McCracken recalls giving a badly attended reading in a Florida library. A prize-winning, successful novelist in her 30s, McCracken was happy to be an itinerant writer and self-proclaimed spinster. I could also relate to the aftermath, to the never being sure of anything, to the future being an “if” not a “when”.

My grandmother asked my mother three times for my address to send some sort of hypothetical greeting card–“Sorry you got cancer?

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