by Siri Hustvedt
4.5 · 4 reviews4 reviews
Every person in it is partly a ghost — remembered, reconstructed, doubted. Beautiful and strange.
I admired the intelligence throughout but wanted more warmth in places. The neuroscience digressions worked better for me than the family sections.
This is what memoir can be when the writer refuses to simplify herself. The passages on her father are extraordinary.
A memoir that's also an essay about perception, grief and the unreliability of one's own mind. Her ability to move from the personal to the philosophical without whiplash is remarkable.