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Authors: Natalie Serber

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Table of Contents

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Shout Her Lovely Name

Ruby Jewel

Alone as She Felt All Day

Free to a Good Home

This Is So Not Me

Manx

Take Your Daughter to Work

A Whole Weekend of My Life

Plum Tree

Rate My Life

Developmental Blah Blah

Acknowledgments

Credits

Copyright © 2012 by Natalie Serber

All rights reserved

For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 215 Park Avenue South, New York, New York 10003.

www.hmhbooks.com

These stories originally appeared, in some cases in slightly different versions, in the following publications:

“Alone as She Felt All Day,”
Clackamas Literary Review;
“This Is So Not Me,”
Inkwell,
Porter Gulch Review
, and
Air Fare: Stories, Poems, and Essays on Flight;
“Plum Tree,”
Gulf Coast;
“Shout Her Lovely Name,”
Hunger Mountain;
“A Whole Weekend of My Life,”
Bellingham Review.

These selections are works of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Permissions credits are located at
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Serber, Natalie.

 Shout her lovely name / Natalie Serber.

  p. cm.

 ISBN 978-0-547-63452-4

 1. Mothers and daughters—Fiction. 2. Eating disorders—Fiction. 3. Families—Fiction. 4. Domestic fiction. 5. Psychological fiction. I. Title.

 PS3619.E7359S56 2012

 813'.6—dc23   2011036904

Book design by Melissa Lotfy

For Sophie, Miles, and Joel

with love and gratitude

All I really, really want our love to do,

Is to bring out the best in me and you.

—Joni Mitchell

Shout Her Lovely Name

 

May

 

In the beginning, don’t talk to your daughter, because anything you say she will refute. Notice that she no longer eats cheese. Yes, cheese: an entire food category goes missing from her diet. She claims cheese is disgusting and that,
hello?
she has
always
hated it. Think to yourself . . .
Okay, no feta, no Gouda
—that’s a unique and painless path to individuation; she’s not piercing, tattooing, or huffing. Cheese isn’t crucial. The less said about cheese the better, though honestly you do remember watching her enjoy Brie on a baguette Friday evenings when the neighbors came over and there was laughter in the house.

Then baguettes go too.

“White flour isn’t healthy,” she says.

She claims to be so much happier now that she’s healthier, now that she doesn’t eat cheese, pasta, cookies, meat, peanut butter, avocados, and milk. She tells you all this without smiling. Standing before the open refrigerator like an anthropologist studying the customs of a quaint and backward civilization, she doesn’t appear happier.

When she steps away with only a wedge of yellow bell pepper, say, “Are you sure that’s all you want? What about your bones? Your body is growing, now’s the time to load up on calcium so you don’t end up a lonely old hunchback sweeping the sidewalk in front of your cottage.” Bend over your pretend broom, nod your head, and crook a finger at her.

 

“Nibble, nibble like a mouse, who is nibbling on my house?” cried the old witch. “Oh, dear Gretel, come in. There is nothing to be frightened of. Come in.” She took Gretel by the hand and led her into her little house. Then good food was set before Gretel, milk and avocado, peanut butter, meat, cookies, pasta, and cheese.

 

Your daughter stares up at the kitchen ceiling, her look a stew of disdain and forbearance. “Just so you know, Mom, you’re so not the smartest person in the room.” She nibbles her pepper wedge, and you hope none of it gets stuck between her teeth or she will miss half her meal.

Alone at night, start to Google
eating disorder
three times. When you finally press enter, you are astonished to see that there are 7,800,000 pages of resources, with headings like Psych Central, Body Distortion, ED Index, Recovery Blog, Celebrities with Anorexia, Alliance for Hope,
DSM-IV.

Realize an expert is needed and take your daughter to a dietitian. In the elevator on the way up, she stands as far away from you as she possibly can. Her hair, the color of dead grass, hangs over her fierce eyes. “In case you’re wondering, I hate you.”

Remember your daughter is in there somewhere.

This dietitian, the first of three—recommended by a childless, forty-something friend who sought help in order to lose belly fat—looks at your daughter and sees one of her usual clients. She recommends fourteen hundred calories a day, nonfat dairy, one slice of bread, just one tablespoon of olive oil on salad greens. You didn’t know—you thought you were doing the right thing, and you are now relegated to the dunce corner forever by your daughter who is thin as she’s always wanted to be.

The fourteen-year-old part of you—the
Teen
magazine–subscribing part of you that bleached your dark hair orange with Super Sun-In and hated, absolutely hated, your thighs; the part that sometimes used to eat nothing but a bagel all day so if anyone asked you what you ate, you could answer,
A bagel,
and feel strong—
that
part of you thinks your daughter looks good. Your daughter is nearly as thin as a big-eyed Keane girl, as thin as the seventh-grade girls who drift along the halls of her middle school, their binders pressed to their collarbones, their coveted low-rise, destroyed-denim, skinny-fit, size-double-zero jeans grazing their jutting hipbones. She is as thin as her friends who brag about being stuffed after their one-carrot lunches.

“It’s crazy, Mom. I’m worried about Beth, Sara, McKenzie, Claire . . .” she says, waving her slice of yellow bell pepper in the air.

Google
eating disorders
again. This time click on the link
understandingEDs.com.

 

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July

 

Don’t talk to your daughter about food, though this is all she will want to talk to you about. Spaghetti with clam sauce sounds amazing, she’ll say, flipping through
Gourmet
magazine, but when you prepare it, along with a batch of brownies, hoping she’ll eat, she’ll claim she’s always detested it. She’ll call you an idiot for cooking shit-food you know she loathes. “Guess what, Mom,” she will say with her new vitriol, “I never want to be a chubby-stupid-no-life-fucking-bitch-loser like you.”

After you slap her, don’t cry. Hold your offending palm against your own cheek in a melodramatic gesture of shame and horror that you think you really mean. Feel no satisfaction. When she calls you abusive and threatens to phone child protective services, resist handing her the phone with a wry
I dare you
smile. Try not to scream back at her. Don’t ask her what the hell self-starvation is if not abuse. Be humiliated and embarrassed, but don’t make yourself any promises about never stooping that low again. Remind your daughter that spaghetti with clam sauce and brownies was the exact meal she requested for her twelfth birthday, and then quickly leave the room.

 

 
  • Lovely’s Twelfth-Birthday Brownies
  • 2 sticks unsalted butter
  • 4 ounces best-quality unsweetened chocolate
  • 2 cups sugar
  • 4 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla
  • 1 cup flour
  • 1 teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup fresh raspberries

 

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Butter large baking pan. Melt together butter and chocolate over a very, very low flame or, better yet, in a double boiler. Watch and stir constantly to prevent burning. Turn off heat. Add sugar and stir until granules dissolve. Stir in eggs, one at a time, until fully incorporated and the batter shines. Blend in vanilla; fold in the flour and salt until just mixed. Add raspberries. Bake for 30 minutes. The center will be gooey; the edges will have begun to pull away from the sides of the pan. Try your best to wait until the brownies cool before you slice them. Enjoy!

 

Later, after you have eaten half the brownies and picked at the crumbling bits stuck to the pan, apologize to your daughter. She will tell you she didn’t mean it when she called you chubby. Hug her and feel as if you’re clutching a bag of hammers to your chest.

 

Indications of anorexia nervosa are an obsession with food and an absolute refusal to maintain normal body weight. One of the most frightening aspects of the disorder is that people with anorexia nervosa continue to think they look fat even when they are wasting away. Their nails and hair become brittle, and their skin may become dry and yellow.

 

Prepare meals you hope she will eat: buckwheat noodles with shrimp, grilled salmon and quinoa, baked chicken with bulgur, omelets without cheese. When you melt butter in the pan or put olive oil on the salad, try not to let her see. Try to cook when she is away from the kitchen, though suddenly it is her favorite room, the cookbooks her new library. Feel as if you always have a sharp-beaked raven on your shoulder, watching, pecking, deciding not to eat, angry at food, and terribly angry at you.

Begin to have heated, whispered conversations with your husband—in closets, in the pantry, in bed at night. He wants to sneak cream into the milk carton. He wants to put melted butter in her yogurt. He wants to nourish his little girl. He is terrified.

You are angry, resentful, and confused. You want help. You are terrified.

“She’s mean because she’s starving,” he says. “How you feel doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, but I have to live in this house too.”

“How you feel doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, but she used to love me.”

“This isn’t about you.”

Later—after you once again do not have sex—get out of bed, close the bathroom door behind you, close the shower door behind you as well, then cry into a towel for as long as you like. Ask yourself, Is this about me?

 

September

 

Take your daughter to the doctor. Learn about orthostatic blood pressure and body mass index. Learn that she’s had dizzy spells, that she hasn’t had her period for four months. Worry terribly. Feel like a failure: like a chubby-stupid-no-life-fucking-bitch-loser.

When the pregnant doctor tells your daughter that she needs to gain five pounds, your daughter starts to cry and then to scream that none of
you people
live in her body,
you people
have no idea what she needs,
you people
are rude and she will listen to only herself.
You people
(you and the doctor and the nurse) huddle together and listen. You don’t want to be one of
you people,
you want to be hugging your frightened, hostile daughter, who sits alone on the examination table. But she won’t let you. The doctor gives her a week to gain two pounds and find a therapist or she will be referred to an eating-disorder clinic. You want your daughter to succeed. You want her to stay with you at home, to stay in school, to make new friends, to laugh, to answer her body when she feels hunger.

You watch your daughter watch the pregnant doctor squeezing between the cabinet and the examination table and you know exactly what your daughter is thinking—
Fat, fat, fat.

Before you leave, the doctor pulls you aside and tells you that your daughter suffers from “disordered eating.” She tells you to assemble a treatment team: doctor, therapist, nutritionist, family therapist. “You’ll need support; you’ll need strategies.”

You’ve never been on a team before. Ask the obvious question: “Eating disorder versus disordered eating? What’s the difference?” Get no answer. Try to go easy on yourself.

 

Knowledge about the causes of anorexia nervosa are not fully known and may vary. In an attempt to understand and uncover its origins, scientists have studied the personalities, genetics, environments, and biochemistry of people with these illnesses. Certain common personality traits in persons with anorexia nervosa are low self-esteem, social isolation (which usually occurs after the behavior associated with anorexia nervosa begins), and perfectionism. These people tend to be good students and excellent athletes. It does seem clear (although this may not be recognized by the patient) that focusing on weight loss and food allows the person to ignore problems that are too painful or seem irresolvable.

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