A simple memoir in which Ruby charts her childhood and complex relationship with her parents. It feels like she skips over a lot of things, some are just blanks spaces where she can't remember, at other times it feels like she is reluctant to talk about anyone other than herself, perhaps out of respect for those closest to her. Slightly incoherent at times, she goes forwards then backwards and some times I have no idea how old she is when she is writing about particular events. I would have loved to know more about her relationships, her husband in particular. I do think this is intentional though, although it often feels incredibly unsentimental to the point of unfeeling.
However, the interesting people she does write about are her crazy parents. I wondered how she survived them, they kept up a constant stream of criticism, contempt and violence towards her throughout her childhood, and it never really let up until near the end of their lives. It's like a twisted form of humour because her parent’s insults and outrageous behaviour towards her is the funny bit, although at the same time it's not funny at all, it's horrific. Her father is violent, controlling and viciously attacking toward Ruby her entire life. She is the only sibling so there is no one else to share the burden of her parents. Her mother is neurotic and unloving, she has no maternal instinct, and does nothing to protect her daughter from her father’s violence. It seems her mother is also the victim, but it is hard to feel sympathy for her as she often colludes with the assaults on Ruby. Their marriage is based on violence and hatred, Ruby becoming the vessel into which they project their endless rage.
The end of the book is really where it becomes fascinating and heartbreaking. Ruby finally breaks down and ends up in the priory, she struggles to find the Ruby who has been crushed by the harshness of her life. She is critical of fame and the reasons people find this life so attractive, including herself. Although her husband Ed remains pretty anonymous, he stands by her through all her struggles. He provides stability and balance whilst she finds herself determined to not raise her children in the same atmosphere of rage.
Rubies parents intensity does not diminish for a long time, not until they are literally disabled by old age, no longer able to fight. Amazingly she continues to put up with their demands. She ensures they are cared for properly their final days when they are both suffering from dementia. The final years, in some weird way, seem to be their best. Old age takes away the defences that kept them locked in battle for so long. She finally gets her mother on antidepressants, which transform her, she becomes a person that Ruby wishes she had known all her life. In the end her love for the parents that failed her utterly is astonishing. You can see that perhaps they loved her all along, but it was hidden beneath many layers of rubbish and hate.