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A review by the_wistful_word_witch
The Forgotten Girls: A Memoir of Friendship and Lost Promise in Rural America by Monica Potts
dark
emotional
reflective
sad
slow-paced
5.0
This book was just as hard as I expected it to be in many ways, and even harder in some. Not because of the writing or style - which are both smooth and lead you easily through both the memoir and the analytical parts, but because it hit waaaaay too close to home. I had to take a couple of breaks because it made me too emotional.
I spent a good chunk of my life in the town that Monica Potts writes about, from around the time I was 10 or 11 to 24 (although it was only part time once I turned 18 and started going to the UofA in Fayetteville and travelling abroad during my longer holidays). I actually grew up in her periphery, being in the same grade as her middle sister, Ashley, although we weren't in the same friend groups. I know all of the people mentioned, some better than others. And I spent a good portion of my time there wishing I was somewhere, anywhere else.
It felt like Monica was telling a very similar story to my own. I ran away from Clinton as fast as I could, and spent years trying to forget it and Arkansas in general. And I left behind many people that I cared about but couldn't save, people who are stuck in cycles that are painfully similar to Darci's - more forgotten girls. I have since reconnected with some of them in one form or another. Others have been lost to time.
This book made me ache with sadness, rage, dispair... And it just solidified my determination to never move back - not to Clinton, not to Arkansas, and maybe not even the US. More power to those who are capable of doing so, maybe their ties were stronger. My experiences have changed me too much to fit in, if I ever did at all...
I spent a good chunk of my life in the town that Monica Potts writes about, from around the time I was 10 or 11 to 24 (although it was only part time once I turned 18 and started going to the UofA in Fayetteville and travelling abroad during my longer holidays). I actually grew up in her periphery, being in the same grade as her middle sister, Ashley, although we weren't in the same friend groups. I know all of the people mentioned, some better than others. And I spent a good portion of my time there wishing I was somewhere, anywhere else.
It felt like Monica was telling a very similar story to my own. I ran away from Clinton as fast as I could, and spent years trying to forget it and Arkansas in general. And I left behind many people that I cared about but couldn't save, people who are stuck in cycles that are painfully similar to Darci's - more forgotten girls. I have since reconnected with some of them in one form or another. Others have been lost to time.
This book made me ache with sadness, rage, dispair... And it just solidified my determination to never move back - not to Clinton, not to Arkansas, and maybe not even the US. More power to those who are capable of doing so, maybe their ties were stronger. My experiences have changed me too much to fit in, if I ever did at all...
Content Warnings
Graphic: Drug abuse and Drug use