Those of us who grew up in uneventful, normie households dream of what it would have been like if our parents were cool, took us to art openings and weren't uptight about sex. This may be why there is nearly a genre of books by children of bohemia, of which this is one. If you ever wondered what it was like to grow up the child of chatterbox Warhol Superstar Viva, Alexandra Auder knows the score. The narcissism and eccentricity isn't a surprise, but it is a very engaging ride. Viva was a vain and melodramatic mama, and had crazy fights with her family. She repeatedly called her estranged husband a junkie, though it's unclear if he was. Alexandra was a precocious yet conscientious child, a parent to her mother, as well as a co-parent to her little sister, Gaby Hoffman. They all lived at the Chelsea Hotel and at 10, Alex was pushing her sister's stroller on the streets of New York on her own. Her step-mom was Cindy Sherman. Alex recounts an early sexual encounter with creepy Vincent Gallo. There are cuts to the present moment, with Viva, the aging mother, still driving her kids crazy. Childhood ends way too quickly, but the journey there is bad parent fun.