Business Week “one of the ten ugliest towns on the planet.” Into this volatile family, this casualty of industrialism, Lecia Karr and, two years later, the author were born—endangered.

It was a traumatic life the children led, one result being that many images and events sank into the “great deep pit” the author, very early in her life, began “digging in [her] skull.” So it is not by accident that the opening sentence of this memoir reads, “My sharpest memory is of a single instant surrounded by dark.” The image is of the author, aged seven in 1961, resisting the efforts of the family doctor to raise her nightgown to look for marks—wounds—on her body. “It took three decades for that instant to unfreeze,” for the surrounding picture to form itself in Karr’s mind. Because “this blank spot in [her] past . . . spoke most loudly to [her] by being blank,” it is not until much later in the book that she completes the story.

The sisters coped with trauma in dramatically different ways. Lecia, who became a successful insurance salesman, is quoted by Karr as saying, “Unconscious mind, my ass. Get over it.” Karr, however, worked hard to drag the darkest secrets of her childhood out of that deep pit: self-directed psychotherapy that presumably motivated her to write the book. The Liars’ Club was heavily researched, in part with the help of the author’s mother; Karr, who dedicated it to her parents, thanks her for “freely answer[ing] questions by phone and mail.”

As a child in the early 1960’s, Karr was to some degree sustained by inhabiting the masculine world of her father. J. P. Karr, brought up in an East Texas logging camp, loved to tell stories of his childhood, which to the author became “in most ways more vivid to [her] than [her] own.” He told them to a group of drinking men, whom “somebody’s pissed-off wife eventually christened . . . the Liars’ Club,” who gathered at the American Legion “or in the back room of Fisher’s Bait Shop.” While “not much of the truth in any technical sense got told there,” the tall tales and outright fabrications that passed back and forth had a mythic quality that spoke of the deeper realities of the men’s lives. Some of J. P. Karr’s stories resembled hero quests—outrageous journeyings ending always in a return—and “to Mother, such stories showed that Daddy offered steadiness. . . . Coming back was something she’d begun to need from a man, badly.”

Certainly Karr’s family needed all the stability it could get. Her mother was drinking hard and subject to fits of rage; her father, who “scared the hell out of people, ” at times was “just spring-loaded on having a fight”; and “Lecia and [Karr] behaved like savages at any opportunity.” Fights between the parents were frequent and emotionally violent. Then into this volatile atmosphere intruded Grandma Moore, Karr’s grandmother, slowly dying of cancer.

This woman, for or from whom Karr remembered “not one tender feeling,” sat in the house and “doled out criticisms that sent [Karr’s] mother scurrying around with her face set so tight her mouth was a hyphen.” Karr learned the meaning of suffering when “the doctors piped mustard gas through Grandma’s leg to try to stop the spread of her melanoma.” When she returned from the hospital after having her leg amputated, “she had ossified into something elemental and really scary.” Karr took to walking in her sleep, was suspended from school for attacking other students, and was raped by an older boy who “didn’t even have to threaten [her] to keep quiet.” This dark event is presented as hardly separate from the pattern of daily life, which continued to careen ever closer to the edge—literally so: Evacuating the family during Hurricane Carla, Karr’s mother—whether deliberately or accidentally is uncertain—almost drove off a high bridge.

During Grandma Moore’s stay, Charlie Marie Karr maintained an icy emotional control. Afterward, she began drinking again and got into raging fights with the children’s father, a steady drinker himself. As to whether it was the drinking that brought on her “near-fatal attack of Nervous,” Karr declines to speculate, but what followed was the event mentioned at the beginning of the book. Charlie Marie, an artist, built a bonfire in the yard out of her paintings, her children’s clothes, and whatever else came to hand; then she went into the house and stood framed in the doorway of her daughters’ room. “Swooping down from one hand [was] the twelve-inch shine of a butcher knife.” Her call to the doctor, claiming to have killed both girls, led to a solicitous assembly of neighbors and police.

After Charlie Marie’s release from the mental hospital, the family “moved to Colorado wholly by accident.” Charlie had inherited a considerable amount of money—how much was never certain—from her mother, some of which they were spending on a trip to the Seattle’s World Fair. They never got there; instead, whimsically, they stopped along the way and wound up buying a house. Almost in the same spirit, it seems—in her constant search for something new and better, some surcease from pain—Charlie divorced her husband, who went back to his job in Leechfield, leaving the girls with their mother. They were allowed to choose which parent they would live with, a choice motivated, poignantly enough, by their feeling that, left alone, their mother would be in big trouble.

She was in big trouble anyway, anesthetizing herself with alcohol and Russian literature. Within a few months she remarried, and then they moved again, farther west to a town called Antelope, where Charlie bought a bar. The children attended a surrealistic school in which the teachers did not teach but sat in the lounge smoking and devouring slabs of chocolate cake. Still, school was better than staying home sick; on one occasion, Karr was sexually assaulted by her baby-sitter.

One theme that emerges from this way of life is the loss of childhood: These girls, cast out of Eden almost from birth, learned of good and evil early and firsthand. Along with that came the necessity to make life-altering decisions long before they were ready to. Thus when Charlie Marie “[took] it into her head to shoot Hector,” her new husband, it was Mary Karr who ran barefoot through the snow for help, and Lecia who called their father to demand two airplane tickets to Texas. By the time Charlie appeared in Leechfield—unannounced, with Hector in tow, supposedly to pick up her clothes—she had squandered her inheritance and was in debt. When Hector apparently said something insulting to Charlie, J. P. Karr beat him brutally in a kind of Wild West showdown, as a result of which Charlie stayed and remarried him.

Yet the family could hardly be said to have lived happily ever after. J. P. Karr “couldn’t stand [Karr’s] growing up, specifically since [she] grew up female.” No longer was she invited to the Liars’ Club; she and her father grew apart, and she left home for good at seventeen. Meanwhile, Charlie had fallen victim to depression and was spending most of her time in bed, “drugged to the gills on Valium . . . and whatever book she’d drawn from the literal tower of them stacked on the floor by her nighttable.” In 1980, his health ruined by years of hard drinking, J. P. suffered a stroke that left him helpless, and the life of his troubled nuclear family drifted to a hapless close.

The fairy-tale ending occurred when Karr, by then in her twenties, took her courage in both hands and pressed her mother for the truth about crucial events in her earlier life. Karr had been aware that Charlie had two children by an earlier marriage, but had known nothing about them. One winter day during World War II, Charlie had returned home from work “to find her entire house empty, her family gone.” That was the first night she got drunk. It was much later, by accident, that she located the children, flew west to reclaim them with a court order awarding her custody in her pocket—and when she arrived, decided impulsively that they would be better off where they were. She then “flew back to New York and started looking for somebody to marry who’d help [her] get [her] kids back.” Yet each husband in succession would lose interest, whereupon she would become angry and leave him. The only one who would have taken them was J. P. Karr, but by then it was too late; the children were too old and declined to come. “Then it was like a big black hole just swallowed [her] up.” These revelations led ultimately to a reunion with the lost children—adults in their forties by then—which “marked a time when [their] house began to fill with uncharacteristic light.”

Charlie Karr’s story was that of “La Llorona,” the weeping woman. In this ancient Latin tale, a woman drowned her children in a river, then was condemned, before she could enter heaven, to search it endlessly for their souls. The finding, ultimately, lay in the telling: “What Mother told absolved us both, in a way. All the black crimes we’d believed ourselves guilty of were myths, stories we’d cobbled together out of fear.” Karr “never knew despair could lie.”

That is a vision that flies courageously in the face of most of the facts of life, for the civilization her archaeological dig has unearthed is a dark one: casually cruel, destructively careless, poisoned by secrecy. Yet, although “the world breeds monsters, . . . kindness grows just as wild.” Karr’s hard-won recognition of that paradox lies at the heart of her story.

In The Liars’ Club Karr never preaches, rarely judges or generalizes, and maintains a miraculous balance between passion and detachment. The difference between this memoir and ordinary self-serving autobiography is not of degree but of kind: Paradoxically, this book in which the first-person pronoun appears on most pages is essentially egoless. It tells truths large and small—of a society whose abandonment of its children signifies its loss of soul; of a family whose secrets almost destroy it; of a wounded child whose spirit ultimately is unquenchable. This last is the largest truth of all. Through Karr’s grittily physical poetry, spirit shines brightly. The Liars’ Club, a stunning accomplishment, dramatically demonstrates the value of art.

Sources for Further Study

Los Angeles Times Book Review. July 16, 1995, p. 1.

The Nation. CCLXI, July 3, 1995, p. 21.

New Statesman and Society. VIII, October 20, 1995, p. 39.

The New York Times Book Review. C, July 9, 1995, p. 8.

The New Yorker. LXXI, July 10, 1995, p. 78.

Texas Monthly. XXIII, July, 1995, p. 78.

The Washington Post Book World. XXV, June 18, 1995, p. 3.

Memoir Genre
A memoir is distinct from an autobiography in that it does not chronicle the author's entire life but instead focuses on selected segments. Historically, memoirs were penned by public figures later in their lives, reflecting on significant events they participated in. As a result, politicians and statesmen have been prominent memoirists. Typically, the emphasis in a memoir was not on the author but on other notable individuals the writer had interacted with.

Although literary memoirs have always existed alongside those by statesmen, the memoir genre began to evolve in the 1990s. Many of the new memoirs were authored by relatively unknown individuals with extraordinary experiences to share, rather than by famous public figures. For instance, Susanna Kaysen's Girl Interrupted (1994) became a bestseller, detailing her life in a mental institution. Often, these new memoirs focused on the author's childhood, highlighting an honest, albeit painful, recollection of unpleasant details, including various forms of degradation such as alcoholism, poverty, or sexual abuse.

In 1995 alone, around two hundred memoirs were published. The Liars' Club emerged as the most popular among them. It was followed in 1996 by Frank McCourt's bestselling memoir Angela's Ashes, which recounted the author's impoverished upbringing in Ireland.

Commentators attribute the rapid rise of this memoir style to the popularity of confessional television and radio talk shows, where individuals discuss intimate details of their private lives. As James Atlas explains in his New York Times Magazine article, "The Age of the Literary Memoir Is Now":

In an era when "Oprah" reigns supreme and 12-step programs have been adopted as the new mantra, it's perhaps only natural for literary confession to join the parade. We live in a time when the very notion of privacy, of a zone beyond the reach of public probing, has become an alien concept.

Karr offers her own perspective on the rise of the memoir genre. In an interview with Charlotte Innes in the Los Angeles Times, Karr attributes it to a ‘‘distrust of institutions; loss of faith in the moral authority of belief systems; and a corresponding turning inward and listening to one's own voice.’’ She believes that the fragmentation of many families today leaves individuals with a sense of failure.

People turn to television and books to reconnect with a sense of community and to feel that they are not alone. In an essay in New York Times Magazine, Karr recounts how hundreds of individuals approached her after book readings during her nationwide tours, telling her that her family reminded them of their own. People felt encouraged and reassured by Karr's personal experiences. She concludes:

Just as the novel form once took up experiences of urban, industrialized society that weren't being handled in epic poems or epistles, so memoir—with its single, intensely personal voice—wrestles subjects in a way readers of late find compelling.

Some critics do not view the rise of this genre of memoirs as a positive development. Novelist William Gass, in an article for Harper's magazine written a year before The Liars' Club was published, asserts that many memoirists are excessively self-focused. They mistakenly believe that every minor event in their lives is significant enough to document. Gass also contends that it is nearly impossible for an author to provide an accurate portrayal of their own past:

Every moment, a part of the self slips away into the past, where it will be remembered only partially, if at all; with distortions, if at all; and then recounted even more incompletely, with significant omissions.

Imagery
While Karr frequently incorporates crude language reflective of the local vernacular, she also employs highly poetic imagery on numerous occasions, creating a striking contrast for the reader. For instance, a girl recovering from a coma caused by encephalitis is described using a milder local slang as "half-a-bubble off plumb." In contrast, on the following page, Karr uses a simile to illustrate the impact of her father's voice on the neighborhood children: "the kids all startled a little the way a herd of antelope on one of those African documentaries will lift their heads from the water hole at the first scent of a lion." Examples of similes, which are figures of speech comparing two different things to highlight their similarities, can be found throughout the text. Karr's similes are often unique and unforgettable. She describes the oil storage tanks in Leechfield as "like the abandoned eggs of some terrible prehistoric insect." Her mother's eyes are likened to "the flawed green of cracked marbles." A large woman in a "flowered dress" is said to resemble "a lot like a sofa." When Mary and Lecia check their post office mailbox in Colorado twice daily for a letter from their father, the box "always sat empty as a little coffin," perfectly capturing the girls' sense of abandonment when they receive no news from their father.

Setting
The fictional town of Leechfield, located in eastern Texas, plays a crucial role in establishing the memoir's atmosphere. Leechfield is depicted as an overwhelmingly oppressive place. Situated in a semi-tropical area near the Gulf of Mexico, its highest point is three feet below sea level, and it is traversed by two rivers. The area is so damp and swamp-like that houses are built without basements, as keeping them dry would be impossible. Numerous oil refineries and chemical plants fill the town with a stench akin to rotten eggs, a smell that intensifies with the heat. The night sky is tinged with an acid-green hue due to the flames from the oil refineries. According to Mary, Business Week magazine ranked it among the ten ugliest towns on the planet.

Leechfield was also a production site for Agent Orange, a herbicide used by the U.S. military during the Vietnam War to clear vegetation where the enemy could hide. Although its toxicity to humans was not known at the time, Agent Orange is poisonous.

Additionally, Leechfield faces the menace of mosquito swarms, necessitating the spraying of DDT (a now-banned pesticide) from a large hose on a mosquito truck. The neighborhood children engage in "slow races" behind the truck, inhaling the fumes. The goal is to finish last, often resulting in the "winners" vomiting and fainting from the poison they inhale.

The image of poison, along with the overall unpleasant atmosphere of Leechfield, serves as a fitting metaphor for Mary's tumultuous early life, marred by family conflict. However, when Daddy claims the town is "too ugly not to love," it also resonates with Mary's narrative, which, though often harsh, is imbued with its own form of love.

Literary Techniques
The memoir employs various literary devices, as highlighted in the critical essay. These include beginning the memoir in medias res, utilizing suspense, employing foreshadowing, and engaging in "genre blur," a writing trend Karr describes as merging the lines between fiction and nonfiction.

In 1996, Penguin Audiobooks released an audiocassette featuring Karr reading The Liars' Club.

Sources
Strunk, William, and E. B. White, The Elements of Style, 3rd ed., Macmillan, 1979, p. 21.

Atlas, James, "The Age of the Literary Memoir Is Now," in New York Times Magazine, May 12, 1996, pp. 25-27.

Ermelino, Louis, Review of The Liars' Club, in People Weekly, Vol. 44, No. 3, July 17, 1995, p. 28.

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Gass, William, "The Art of Self: Autobiography in an Age of Narcissism," in Harper's Magazine, May 1994, pp. 43-52.

Innes, Charlotte, "In The Liars' Club, Mary Karr Uses Humor to Tell about Her Fractured Family," in Los Angeles Times, December 26, 1996, p. 5.

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Further Reading
Karr, Mary, and Frank McCourt, "How We Met: Mary Karr & Frank McCourt," in Independent Sunday (London), July 8, 2001, p. 7.
Karr and McCourt (McCourt is the author of Angela's Ashes) discuss their personal relationship and share insights on each other's work.

Karr, Mary, and Gabby Wood, "The Books Interview: Mary Karr," in Observer (London), June 24, 2001, p. 17.
In this interview, Karr delves into her life and writing process, revealing that she often discards large sections before finalizing her work.

Smith, Patrick, "What Memoir Forgets," in The Nation, Vol. 267, No. 4, July 27, 1998, p. 30.
Smith critiques the current trend in autobiographical literature, noting that while these books share vivid personal details, they often lack deeper insights into human relationships. However, he exempts Karr's memoir from this criticism.

Young, Elizabeth, Review of The Liars' Club, in New Statesman & Society, Vol. 8, No. 375, October 20, 1995, p. 39.
This British review praises Karr's vivid and beautiful writing, her meticulous construction, mastery of East Texas slang, and her humor and emotional honesty.