The Story of My Life : Enid Blyton

The Story Of My LifeThe Story Of My Life by Enid Blyton

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

This book. This strange and terrifying and amazing book.

The first thing to say is that it sort of defies rating. The five stars I’ve given it reflect, mainly, the outstanding audacity of it. It is supremely constructed in order to reveal very little. It’s a tour-de-force in autobiographical artifice. Written in short, breezy chapters it talks about her house, her pets, “How do you write stories Enid Blyton?”, and everything she wants us to hear and nothing that she doesn’t.

It’s fascinatingly jaw-dropping at points. I had a slight breakdown on Twitter about it and still haven’t quite recovered. I think it all began at the chapter where she tamed the goldfish…

This book is almost propaganda in a way. It propagates a very specific (and very spectacular) image of The Blyton that dominates whatever may actually be said in this book. And what she does say is so very carefully chosen, so very ‘on point’, it sort of reveals a whole lot more than I think it may have ever been intended to.

Don’t fight The Blyton. You will be assimilated. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to go and buy some ginger beer.

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10 thoughts on “The Story of My Life : Enid Blyton

  1. Have you read Angela Brazil’s book “My Own Schooldays” (or something along those lines)? Not quite as bonkers sounding, but definitely perpetuating an image and apparently not as accurate as it claims to be. No goldfish taming though. I feel my life is uncomplete.

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