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The Only Girl in the Car
Kathy Dobie

Delta, 2004 - 240 pages

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The only girl that feels that way?

What a very honest book! Congratulations to Kathy Dobie for presenting such a well documented account of being a teenage girl in a small town. I found it easy to be drawn into this girls life and the feelings and experiences she went through. Although I initially thought the book was going to be a much more harrowing, dramatic tale, I still enjoyed it immensly and has lead me to think about how I, too felt at that age. A great achievement from an unknown. Let's hear more from her!


less than authentic

as a therapist who has worked with many girls and families where promiscuity was an issue, i have difficulty believing the family description in this story. children who are sexualized and treated as objects often behave as did kathy. because families conspire to keep the fantasy of family life alive, the child who acts out sexual problems will blame her/himself to continue receiving whatever love and parenting he/she can glean. there were many clues in this book about the true state of affairs. mother's kitchen full of spiritual quotes, her response to a boozed up, crying kathy who spills the truth about her relationship with jim. sounds like mom may have sufferred with something like depression and possible alcoholism. remember the book opens with bill's inability to live at home. dad's response to kathy's crisis babysitting was utterly selfish and abusive to his daughter. his absence calls into question the basic marriage stucture to this family. if these people came to my office i'd look to causes for kathy's behavior. this was not a curious, healthy expression of sex, but a desperate child's attempt to find security and love in the way she perceived she could get it.


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memoirist faces her degradation with stoic, courageous honor

It took Kathy Dobie twenty years of adult living before she could come to grips with what occurred to her one frigid evening, victimized not only by sexual assault, but by her own misguided, destructive life decisions. In order to honor that defining moment, she determined to "bear witness by writing about it." Her wrenching, illuminating memoir, "The Only Girl in the Car" not only honors memory, but transforms it into a profound contemplation of personality and identity. Written with both clear-headed objectivity and profound compassion, this work will stand both as a warning and as a testimony to hope. Dobie's ability to understand the conflicted surges of her teen-aged sexuality permits a rare glimpse into adolescent rebellion, family stress and personal reconciliation.

The author comes of age in a cohesive 1970s suburban New Haven family, complete with a martyred Catholic sense of suffering, duty and selfless obligtion. As adolescence approaches, Dobie's allegiance changes from mother to father. The "opposing narratives" of her parents' lives provide alternate paths. Her mother, raised as a single child of a divorced mother, speaks of the past with a "keening complaint" and focuses on the "interior" pains of "hurt feelings and unhapiness." Her intensely focused father depicts "life as filled with tests, danger...and adventure." Initially, Dobie's "dreaminess and forgetfulness" clash with her father's "Germanic...distaste for both disorder and vulnerability," but the author ultimately embraces her father's appetite for the "world's richness" and a "large life filled with drama."

Paradoxically, Dobie is fascinated by passivity and gradually learns to link it with sexuality. Both "unpredictable and sensual," passivity charges her with sexual energy, so intense that she "swooned with pleasure." After her older brother runs away from home, Dobie discovers a "bewildering colness" overtaking her sensibilities, and she realizes that her days as a "witness, a handmaiden with the coffeepot" were about to end. If her brother defined himself by physical removal, Dobie determines that sexuality will be her means of self-liberation.

At fourteen, the author's savors her realization that not only does her body have an impact on men, but their notice of her body inexplicably thrills her. Gradually, Dobie engages in mindless, unfulfilling intercourse -- an accepted rite of passage for young men but a terminally stigmatizing experience for young women. Her sexual experiences result in numbness, not freedom; confusion, not certainty. Her acts of rebellion estrange her from her family, friends and self. Her sexual partners -- boyfriends is far too intimate a designation -- satisfy their needs on and through her, but never "with" her. These young men have regular girlfriends with whom they would never act on their sexual impulses. In the Madonna-whore dichotomy, there is no question which role Dobie assumes. One young man even whispers "chinga" [Spanish for whore] into her ear during the sexual act. In a surreal transposition of secret keeping, the people who are close to her are frozen out of Katie's new sexual identity and the nameless blue-collar young men and women of her town excoriate her, brutally branding her as promiscuous trash.

Dazed and slowly comprehending that her "life will never be the same," Dobie watches the evaporation of her former identity, a sense that a younger self "was mine no longer." After the evening of her ultimate degradation, she asks rhetorially, "What kind of girl would let four boys do what those boys had done to me?" Yet, she refuses to accept her victimization (painfully and powerfully recreated in the memoir), determined grimly to "face the music."

Her reckoning and redemption begins in the act of truly befriending her sister Cindy, who is forced to wear a back brace to correct a spinal defect. Caring for Cindy teaches Dobie that not only does life go on, but that the world could become beautiful through acts of kindness, consideration and love. To the author's delight, life's unspoken beauty "would always be there, waiting."

As Kathy Dobie seeks to authenticate her experiences, to comprehend their significance, she must confront the perpetrators. Their indiffernce and menace convince her of the singularity of that night in the car and of her need to be "even more protective" of her memory, "more distrustful of other people's interpretations" of the assault. These memories, "guarded for years" must be stored away, only to be opened for self-evaluation years later. "The Only Girl in the Car" is the product of decades of sequestered memory and deliberate interpretation.

Memoirist Fern Schumer Chapman has written that identity is formed by self, family, place and past. Katie Dobie has used that formula and selected one defining moment to be the prism through which those four variables intersect. Her identity, formed around frequent uncomprehending sexual intercourse as an early adolescent, rotates around the painful understanding that angry, sexually-frustrated young men radiate hatred towards young women who explore sex. Ruefully, she concludes that these boys, soon to become men, will receive as much "pleasure to hurt a girl...as...to make love to her." Their cost is greater than hers. She will overcome; they will not.


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Is rape a defining experience?

I work with college age women (who aren't so far removed from the fragile 14 year-old described in this memoir) and I watch them struggle not only with their own sexuality and sexual "freedom", but also with levels of intimacy, anger, and hostility levied at them by college age men. As I read Dobie's memoir, I was fascinated to note that it wasn't a lurid or titilating tale of adolescent rape (in fact, that word is never used in the book). Instead, it was an attempt by a self-possessed young women to *keep* a traumatic experience from being the defining moment in her life. Clearly, something terrible happened that night. . . but other bad things happen, too. (She points out that debilitating spinal braces are no bed bed of roses, either.) Furthermore, Dobie used bad judgement . . . and paid a price that was far too punative for a lapse in adolescent clear thinking. However, her life didn't stop with the incident, and neither did her spirit. Dobie is forced to live with the consequences of events that night, and come to learn how to develop other parts of her being. Despite the fact that this is about a rather unpleasant subject, it was a refreshing change from books like *The Prince of Tides* (and hundreds of others) where horrible, faceless, assailants appear mysteriously out of the woods, and the victims are branded for life.


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