I Was Amelia Earhart by Jane Mendelsohn

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  • Pub. Date: March 1997
  • 160pp
  • Sales Rank: 121,121
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    • Pub. Date: March 1997
    • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
    • Format: Paperback, 160pp
    • Sales Rank: 121,121
    • Lexile: 1010L 

    Synopsis

    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

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    Biography

    Jane Mendelsohn was born in New York City, July 4, 1965. She was graduated summa cum laude, Phi Beta Kappa, from Yale University in 1987, and attended Yale Law School for one year before beginning a career as a writer/journalist.

    In 1992, Ms. Mendelsohn spotted an article in The New York Times about the discovery of a piece of a plane believed to have been Amelia Earhart's. The article mentioned that Earhart traveled with a navigator, Fred Noonan, who was with her on her last flight. Intrigued by the dramatic possibilities of two people flying around the world together, crashing, and perhaps surviving, she began researching Earhart's life and disappearance. Shortly after, Ms. Mendelsohn began sketching out a book based on her findings. The first version was a much longer book, told entirely in the third person. "Once I finished it," Ms. Mendelsohn says, "I realized that I had only just figured out the story. Now that I knew what had happened, I had to tell it in Earhart's, and my, voice." The result is I Was Amelia Earhart.

    Harper's Bazaar hails I Was Amelia Earhart as "an immediately addicting book, as telegraphic as those of Margaret Duras, and as charged with longing....not to be missed." The New York Times writes, "Ms. Mendelsohn has chosen to use the bare-boned outlines of the aviator's life as an armature for a poetic meditation on freedom and love and flight. I Was Amelia Earhart, like Gabriel Garcia Marquez's General in His Labyrinth, invokes the spirit of a mythic personage, while standing on its own as a powerfully imagined work of fiction." I Was Amelia Earhart is Ms.Mendelsohn's first book and novel.

    Ms. Mendelsohn's reviews have appeared in The Philadelphia Inquirer, The Village Voice, The Guardian, The London Review of Books, and Yale Review. She has worked as an assistant to the literary editor at The Village Voice and as a tutor at Yale University. At the moment, Ms. Mendelsohn is writing a horror film. She is also sketching out details for her next novel.

    Ms. Mendelsohn is married and lives in New York with her husband, filmmaker Nick Davis.

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    Nice Concept...Good Beach Readby JennGrrl

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    April 18, 2009: This book is a great concept. This book is a work of fiction. It takes what is known about a real event, and then it goes beyond the event and takes a fictional look at what might have happened afterward, or rather creates an entire story about what happens afterward.

    The book begins with Amelia Earhart getting ready to fly around the world. We're then with Amelia and her navigator when their plane goes down. It's there that the fiction really begins. Amelia and her navigator get stuck on an island, they're guessing somewhere on an Asian island, though they really don't know where they are.

    It's sort of Blue Lagoonish or Robinson Crusoeish after that. They figure out how to survive on the island, and they try to decide what they're going to do when no one seems to be coming to rescue them.

    It was interesting, though not usually my sort of fiction. It was an easy read, though. I finished it within a couple of hours.

    Amelia's Voiceby Anonymous

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    December 09, 2004: If Amelia fell in love with Fred, she was brain dead! I started writing my own novel on the Women's Air Race three years ago. It's called Amelia's Voice. In it the reader goes down with the plane all right, but not on an island! And what about the women who made Amealia...Amelia. Women like Pancho Barnes, Louise Thaden, and Phoebe Omlie. What about the Women's Air Race, the celebs at the race, the dance afterwards in Ohio, the music, the age in which she flew. All that is lost on an island she never landed on! Good God is she had she would have drowned Fred!


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