
THE WOMEN’S writer Joyce Maynard, who has made a career of writing about her personal life since the age of 18 and believes there is no ugly side of the modern family that cannot serve as grist in a writer’s workshop, announced to her readers yesterday, after a long period of conspicuous and uncharacteristic silence, that she gave up the two girls whom she adopted from Ethiopia three years ago at the age of 56.
She did not reveal any details of why exactly she decided to find a family elsewhere for the two girls, ages six and 11 at the time of the adoption. Instead, she spoke of her need for “healing,” of the therapist she visited, of the nights she did not sleep and the people who had harshly judged her. That the idea of adopting two children of a different race and culture and melding them into the life of a middle-aged white divorcee who writes novels and runs women’s writing workshops in California might have been fatally flawed and selfish is not something she admits.
The photo above, with the two girls standing on a table, the child-like Maynard at their feet and the multicultural decor, speaks volumes. Maynard became famous years ago for her precocity as a teenager, as well as for her affair with the writer J.D. Salinger. She now conveys an advanced case of immaturity. Perhaps precocity inevitably leads to regression.
I wrote about her silence on the absence of her adopted daughters last year. Maynard, who has never remarried and is a cult figure to aspiring women writers despite – or perhaps because of – her divorce, wrote yesterday:
I will not speak here of all that transpired between that happy, hopeful day I first brought the girls home to where I sit now, writing this. I will simply say here that though there was no shortage of love or care–and despite some very happy and good times–the adoption failed. (more…)