Late to the party, I was reading an amazing book – ‘Whatsapps avec maman’

‘Sometimes I find myself on Fridays waiting for you to wish me a happy weekend, waiting for you to text me from wherever you are. I wait and hope for you to dry my tears with a humourless joke, I wait for you to craddle me like before, that you talk to me about Céline Dion, about the weather, but the truth is that now the wait is very, too long…

I love you’

[My translation]

Hiya Aliens!

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Whatsadoing?? Whatsamedoing? A book review. Oui, Oui, a book review and it is not the only one to come. This little excerpt is from the book I have just finished (in like 5 minutes) which is titled ‘Whatsapps with mom’ by Alban Orsini.

This is a beautiful story about the connection between a mom and a son, their understanding, the little stupidities that belong to them and that make their relationship unique, and yet universal. The story that we read nosily through the whatsapps that they send to each other gives insight into the little perks of mom/son relationships. The Céline Dion drama, the fat cat, the romance and the mom overprotection, money troubles, the good morning/ have a great weekend texts, all have this empathic capacity that makes as giggle thinking “that’s sooo my mom”.

Goodreads sums this book like this:

Whatsapps with mom is the story of daily, routinary whatsapps between a mom an her son (visible on Tumblr and Facebook). Whatsapps with mom it’s a fiction that tells the story of a son and his mother as read over their exchanges text messages. Imagined as a fiction, this story is funny, touching and sometimes surreal speaks parent / child relationship, the shift of generations …Hilarious and exciting, we can not get enough: (…). We also discover a form of dialogue, inventive and full of literary references, dramatic, musical … that allows different reading levels.

The construction of this conversation is prolonged by the drawings of The Blonde Vivi.

[My translation]

However, as I was revising this Goodreads page, the commentary that I found there was what really hit the jackpot:

I thought, why not? I need a book that makes me laugh for a while. It really took me from unstoppable, belly-aching, laughter to intense weeping. For its unexpected ending and situation, I must say I liked this book very much. A simple story that makes you reflect on the little things as the ‘have a nice weekend’ that all of of sudden you come to miss.

E-xact-ly.

Good day, aliens!

Yours,

Mei Mimi: (soon to be) resident alien

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#29 Oh well..

Sitting on my bed. Legs wrapped beneath this computer where I write, again. Arcade Fire is playing on spotify and my head is full of things I would like to say and that I hope they are said. Unplanned writing starts..

Dear aliens,

I have a bachelors degree.

I have no phone but I have a visa. It broke down on the queue for my visa appointment. I droped it and I am lonely, and clueless, and bored, and addicted, so it seems.

Aliens, I am leaving for the United States in 29 days and the feelings inside me are oppressing and confusing. I am wandering desesperately through happiness, excitement, sadness, early nostalgia and unwilingness. And this is why words have failed to be present in this blog. Also I have been busy but I have used that goddam excuse around here so much that I am embarrased to type that again.

I wish not to dwell in those feelings because it is not the time nor the attitude to have when you are graced with an amazing opportunity. But I am not okay aliens, I am not.

Friends. Jeez, I am speechless about my friends. I don’t even know how to write this. There are so many tornados in my head, I just can’t type coherently. I guess that I realized two things lately: who the real people in my life are and how bad of a friend I am. I sinned by omission and I am on the edge of loosing people that are very important to me. And I don’t know if I will do anything about it because I honestly don’t know how to act and both doing something and not doing it suffocates me.

Also I think I suffer from anxiety.

Also I am back to hating my body and hating myself. Have not done that in a long time. I am scared of what it means.

I am not okay aliens.

Mei Mimi: (soon to be) resident alien