What is the purpose of a memoir? Having recently loved Magda Szubanski’s, and also The Hate Race by Maxine Beneba Smith, I found this a tricky one. See, the characters are great, fascinating, unusual, and it’s a strange life the author had, somewhat disconnected to her parents and yet close to them and thus disconnected from those around her. Yet I felt like I needed something more – some kind of theme, or a through line, or something.
It’s beautiful and yet disconnected. I enjoyed it, but I get the feeling that there will be a lot of people out there who will really love it.