VIGALAND PODCAST BOOK REVIEW #2
If you were to judge a book by its cover and title, you might conclude that PSYCHOPATHETIC is a thriller about some deranged killer or that the book is based on the TV show, “Orange is the new Black.” But you’d be wrong. In fact, when you finally learn how the word “psychopathetic” relates to this memoir, you might even find yourself laughing…except, Psychopathetic isn’t really funny.
In her typical, conversational and easy-going style of writing, Barbara Studham has penned a second memoir, in which the events actually precede what we read about in her brilliant “Two Decades of Diapers”. But this time, Barbara is letting us in on the ugliness of her second, thankfully short-lived marriage to a narcissistic, self-important charmer whose only real reason for marrying her was to have a place to live after his first marriage broke up. What an unkind blow life delivered to this woman who’d already suffered enough in her first loveless marriage. Readers will find themselves seething with anger at this jerk who spends what little money they have on cocaine binges while she minds her children and grandchildren with no help from him or anyone. When she finally gets away, and probably in the nick of time, from him and the baseball bat he’s kept handy in case he needs to use it on her, the reader cheers. Her problems and the miserable life she’s suffering are far from over, and perhaps the worst is yet to come, but she’s better off facing it without him.
Barbara once told me she’s had “a loveless life”. Reading this book and her first memoir bears out her words. Psychopathetic could well be titled “A Loveless Life”, but perhaps Barbara is saving that for yet another memoir? One thing is certain: for me, as a reader, if Barbara Studham’s name is on a book as author, be it, fiction or memoir, I’ll be reading it.