Lucky is what the police officer told Alice when she filed a report on her assault and rape. “You’re lucky because you’re not dead” or something to that effect. And while most people wouldn’t consider that lucky, I suppose in a way she is lucky, because she got the guy jailed. He paid for what he did, although I don’t think something like this can ever go away from a person, he paid as much as he could for what he did.
Lucky is a “memoir” if you could call it that because it is only about one incident of the author’s life. Granted that is a rather important and horrifying incident and she take sus through it, step by step. Starting off with the night the crime occurred to the day the crime affected her affected everyone around her, some more than others.
The story itself is heartbreaking, I don’t think you’ll understand how heartbreaking it is unless something like this has happened to you or someone you know but it is. She hasn’t written it to gain sympathy or to make you cry, she’s written it to share an experience and, as she says in the book, to know someone who’s been through something this horrible and has emerged on the other side and actually has a life.
Her winning the case against her rapist isn’t chance though. It wasn’t luck. As she says in the book, many things came into play and these things are what makes the world we live in, horrible. For instance, she was a virgin, she wasn’t drunk, she wasn’t a smoker, she hadn’t done any drugs, she was wearing loose frumpy clothes and she was white. While this last thing may not affect the situation now, it did them. But the rest of it? The rest of it still affects people and how they judge the victim. I cannot believe that this happened in the 1980s and we are in 2016 and people still judge weather a rape victim has a right to complain about rape if she was drunk or a smoker or wearing small clothes!
I am not necessarily writing a review. I’m just saying that this book was something I felt I needed to read and I did. And to say I enjoyed it would be wrong so I’ll say that it was an enlightening read and it gave me hope. Hope that one thing has changed and hopefully more things will change. Hopefully women will always win the case against their rapists. Hopeful that rapes won’t be commonplace like it has become, especially in India. I’d say if you’ve even been felt up (every woman has) read this. But trigger warnings…trigger warnings galore.
In a memoir hailed for its searing candor and wit, Alice Sebold reveals how her life was utterly transformed when, as an eighteen-year-old college freshman, she was brutally raped and beaten in a park near campus. What propels this chronicle of her recovery is Sebold’s indomitable spirit – as she struggles for understanding (“After telling the hard facts to anyone, from lover to friend, I have changed in their eyes”); as her dazed family and friends sometimes bungle their efforts to provide comfort and support; and as, ultimately, she triumphs, managing through grit and coincidence to help secure her attacker’s arrest and conviction. In a narrative by turns disturbing, thrilling, and inspiring, Alice Sebold illuminates the experience of trauma victims even as she imparts wisdom profoundly hard-won: “You save yourself or you remain unsaved.”