This is a marvelous memoir... rich in wonderful detail of a happy child's family and life in 60's New York. Her opening descriptions of her mother's beauty parlor was right out of my childhood... not so much the 'going to', as my mother did not, but of the knowing about and imagining the lives of those who DID patronize such places.... and the images of her family's apartment on Madison Avene, of her mother's wonderful foibles and eccentricities, of her eclectic tastes and her standards of behaviour and decorum..... all a bygone day, which I very much grew up on the periphery of..... really wonderful. I am loving the energetic and enthusiastic characters described, the joys and fun-in-growing up that Valerie and her sister Stephanie experienced with an extremely loving and positive mother and father.... a truly marvelous and rich book, especially for any and all of us who may have once lived in that world or on its edges.
on page 166: This book is extra ordinary.... not 'extraordinary!' with all the word's fanfare overuse, but rather it is 'extra' 'ordinary', a superb narration of love and loss and joy. Natalie's descriptive prose is vibrant and alive. The story she weaves about her mother's life rich and nearly sensuous. It is a joy to read, each page a gem. I look forward to every page to come.
"Despite everything, even the man himself, my mother loves him, his brute strength, his cruelty." How often it is that we women get caught in that web of adoration of a bastard. Amazing and amazingly provocatively written!