Our lives are full of disruptions, from the minor -
a flat tire, an unexpected phone call - to the fateful -
a diagnosis of infertility, an illness, the death of a
loved one. In the first book to examine disruption in
American life from a cultural rather than a
psychological perspective, Gay Becker follows hundreds
of people to find out what they do after something
unexpected occurs. Starting with bodily distress, she
shows how individuals recount experiences of disruption
metaphorically, drawing on important cultural themes to
help them reestablish order and continuity in their
lives. Through vivid and poignant stories of people from
different walks of life who experience different types
of disruptions, Becker examines how people rework their
ideas about themselves and their worlds, from the
meaning of disruption to the meaning of life itself.
Becker maintains that to understand disruption, we must
also understand cultural definitions of normalcy. She
questions what is normal for a family, for health, for
womanhood and manhood, and for growing older. In the
United States, where life is expected to be orderly and
predictable, disruptions are particularly unsettling,
she contends. And, while continuity in life is an
illusion, it is an effective one because it organizes
people's plans and expectations. Becker's
phenomenological approach yields a rich, compelling, and
entirely original narrative. "Disrupted Lives"
acknowledges the central place of discontinuity in our
existence at the same time as it breaks new ground in
understanding the cultural dynamics that underpin life
in the United States. From the book: 'The doctor was
blunt. He does not mince words. He did a [semen]
analysis and he came back and said, 'This is
devastatingly poor.' I didn't expect to hear that. It
had never occurred to me. It was such a shock to my
sense of self and to all these preconceptions of my
manliness and virility and all of that. That was a very,
very devastating moment and I was dumbfounded...In that
moment it totally changed the way that I thought of
myself'.
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