Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage

Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage

Hourglass: Time, Memory, Marriage


ISBN: 9780451494481


Dani Shapiro wrote a memoir about her 18-year marriage to "M."

But it's more than that. It's about growing up and realizing, WELL SHIT, my life isn't quite what I wanted. Or expected. But maybe it's pretty good? Yeah, it's pretty good.

If you like know that you're not the only one sitting around contemplating the passage of time, this book is for you (but I promise, it's more than that).


It's beautifully written and it was slightly reminiscent of the QUEEN, Joan Didion. In fact, Joan is quoted in the book.

But this is not Joan's book, obviously. It is Dani's book and she has the ability to convey powerful observations in one or two sentences.

The kind of observations that make you nod your head violently and yell, "Girl, YOU KNOW ME."


There wasn't anything MEH for me here. I loved it and now I'm going to go read every.single.one.of.her.other.books.



Quotes from Hourglass:

"Oh child! Somewhere inside you, your future has already unfurled like one of those coiled-up party streamers, once shiny, shaken loose, floating gracefully for a brief moment, now trampled underfoot after the party is over. The future you're capable of imagining is already a thing of the past. Who did you think you would grow up to become? You could never have dreamt yourself up. Sit down. Let me tell you everything that's happened. You can stop running now. You are alive in the woman who watches as you vanish."

"The years. They ran through my open fingers like a trickle of water, streaming faster, faster. On my twenty-fifth birthday, I wept in the outdoor garden of a cafe on West Seventy-First Street that no longer exists. I was sure my best years were behind me. At thirty, my second husband threw me a party in our apartment high above Madison Avenue. I wore a blue sparkly minidress. I left him two months later. At thirty-four, I walked into the crowded party near Gramercy Park. At thirty-seven, I gave birth by emergency cesarean section. At thirty-nine, I left New York City. At forty, my mother died. And then the long, merciful stretch of ordinary days. What will be next on the list? There has always been more time."

"You know," my aunt says, "I once had a terribly difficult period that lasted twenty-four years." Wait. Twenty-four years? "And it was important to realize that I didn't know what was on the other side of the darkness. Every so often there was a sliver of light that shot the whole world through with mystery and wonder, and reminded me: I didn't have all the information."



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