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Review: ‘Bettyville: A Memoir’ by George Hodgman


‘Bettyville: A Memoir’ by openly gay author George Hodgman
by Terri Schlichenmeyer

BookCoverThroughout your life, your parents ignored many things. That time in high school when you snuck out to party? They knew, but they looked the other way. Same thing with wearing makeup, missing curfew, and that one regrettable hairstyle. They often “didn’t see” more than you’ll ever know.

The problem is that sometimes they ignored too much. Did they, for instance, know who you really were? In the new book Bettyville by George Hodgman, one man wondered . . .

Elizabeth Baker Hodgman—Betty, to most people—didn’t sleep much. At age 90, she was prone to wandering, fussing at the kitchen, piling and restacking paperwork, and playing the piano in the middle of the night. She was “suffering from dementia or maybe worse.”

Unfortunately, that also meant her son, George, didn’t get much sleep either.

Author and Betty boy George Hodgman
Author and Betty boy George Hodgman

An out-of-work editor and freelancer, had moved to Paris, Missouri, from New York for what was supposed to be a week—or a month, or a year—to take care of his mother. Betty didn’t like it; she hated needing someone. Hodgman didn’t like it, either; too much had changed.

“I was Betty’s boy,” he says, and he’d been that way all his life. Hodgman loved his father fiercely, but he absolutely favored his mother. Still, he desperately wished he’d been able to tell his parents he was gay, that he felt alone, that he’d survived too many failed romances, that he’d had substance abuse issues. Surely they knew, but no one ever talked about it.

Now, as he cared for her, there were times when Betty infuriated Hodgman. She could be rude and stubborn, prone to fits of anger for no reason, and loud. She flatly refused any thoughts of nursing homes or assisted living. The problem was her dementia, Hodgman reminded himself repeatedly. He understood that she was rightfully fearful because she knew she was losing herself, and “I can only imagine how scary it is.”

And yet, “I think I have survived because of Betty, more than anyone,” Hodgman says as she eases away. “There are so many things I will carry when I leave Bettyville with my old suitcase.”

Without a doubt, you’d be forgiven if you reached for a tissue while you’re reading this book—heck, you might want a whole box of them. But there’s a lot more to Bettyville than heartstring-tugging.

I found joy inside this story, in between its inevitable sadness. Author George Hodgman keenly remembers his small-town childhood from all sides: churchgoers and alcoholics, kindness and bullying, adolescent crushes, baffling foes, and off-limits subjects that no small-townie discusses. We meet, through his eyes, Betty’s friends and family, and we’re told a story about a time past, a life well-lived, and losing a mother long before she’s really gone.

Be prepared to laugh a little, but be prepared to cry, too, as you’re reading this fine memoir. For sure, and especially if you’re a caretaker for an elderly parent, Bettyville is a book that can’t be ignored.

Terri Schlichenmeyer has been reading since she was three years old, and she lives on a hill in Wisconsin with two dogs and 11,000 books.


Terri Schlichenmeyer

Terry Schlichenmeyer is a regular contributor to OutSmart Magazine.
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