It’s hard for me to review Fury, because reading it was an emotional and cathartic experience for me, and I may have identified a little too much… But I’ll try. In our society, especially as women, we’re often encouraged not to feel anger, or at least not to express it. Instead we’re encouraged to meditate on it, or think about something nice instead, or maybe hit a cushion really hard — anything but actually admit it to the person you’re feeling incandescent towards.
Koren Zailckas had struggled with her anger since childhood, so much so that as an adult she wasn’t even aware she was angry. (Ever, about anything.) But when her relationship broke down and she moved home with her parents for the summer, she was (literally) brought face to face with the source of much of her pain, and brought up short by the realisation of how much anger she had inside her, tightly wound and shoved deep down.
It’s hard for me to separate the braveness of Zailckas’s quest from the book she wrote about it but luckily I don’t have to try too hard, as both are poignant and moving and ultimately triumphant.
An utterly affecting read that will stay with me for a long time.
talks about all things memoir, and a couple of novel things…