Don't touch me....I'm messy!

I didn't want to read Anne Enright's 'the Gathering'. She looked so bold when I asked her to sign a copy in the Listowel Arms. She was nice to me though and I wondered what she is really like. What's it like to be the winner of the Man Booker prize. There's some really rude bits in it...too graphic..do I really want to know all about sexual intercourse? I do....I did. There's so much too about death! She doesn't spare any detail. That's so disturbing. It made me...forced me to remember what happened when my father, mother and especially when our Tim died of alcoholism...There... I didn't want to reveal that to the public but somehow after reading this novel....( Is it for real? Is it part or all of Anne Enright's life?) I feel released and messy at the same time. The Gathering has done me good in spite of myself! Or has it? Verbal diarrhoea can be painful and necessary and perhaps unavoidable for some people. Joyce felt the need. Dante put in in verse so? We/I muddle through our years and try to make sense of it. Analyse, control, compartmentalize and explain. They say we never see ourselves as we are. When we look in a mirror or at a photo somehow even if it captures how we look it's just a glimpse the wrong way round!So if we/I can't even see ourselves how can we explain what we think to anyone else?! Do you know I'm delighted Anne Enright has made me leak!"Don't touch me." John 20 verse 17