How To Lose You Mother
It was my sister, raving about the book, so I got in line at the library and borrowed a digital copy.
“Let her descend, bully, let her descend; my chambers are honorable. Fie, privacy? Fie!”
Host of the Garter Inn Shakespeare’s Merry Wives of Windsor IV.v
Part way through, a phone conversation with my sister, I mentioned I was reading it and laughing at inappropriate places, dark humor at play. Very dark.
It’s the daughter of the author of Fear of Flying, which wasn’t ever in my own purview. Heard about it. Lived in that world, as a child, but no, not in my own collection or recollection.
“Until I got sober, I always thought I’d die young. But as I stayed sober, I kept having birthdays. Birthday after birthday. Time continued to march on.” Page 197.
How To Lose You Mother by Molly Jong-Fast
Elegiac, laced with black humor. Or what I perceive to be humor, served dark, but not bitter.
It does tackle the question of life, death, and more current ailments like cancer and dementia in our present world.
More humorous, if one is accustomed to the idea of being raised in the shadow of a famous parent. Famous parents. Famous parents and grandparents.
Family, huh.
