‘[A] glitteringly painful novel, so steady and clear in its analysis of addiction, creativity, and the factors that determine female and familial identity’ Rachel Cusk
Two parents stand by powerlessly as their only child seems intent on destroying herself. Meanwhile the mother – a novelist – attempts to understand her uneasy, unresolved relationship with her own mother.
Weaving between childhoods past and present, as well as a current narrative laced with temptation and betrayal, this is the delicate journey of a mother, daughter, wife and author struggling to make sense of her world.
But can a writer ever be trusted with the truth of her own story?
Clear-eyed, self-lacerating and at times frighteningly direct, Julie Myerson’s latest novel explores maternal love as the emotional foundation we both crave and fear. A howl of fury, as well as a moving love letter from a mother to a daughter, this is a book about damage, addiction, recovery and creativity.
