If you enjoyed her others (“Don’t Lets Go to the Dogs Tonight”, “Cocktail House under the Tree of Forgetfulness”) you don’t need to bother reading the rest of this review. Buy the book, it’s that good.
Alexandra Fuller, of the “Africa Fullers”, is a terrifically clear and funny storyteller who believes that doing memoir properly requires the willingness to ‘court exile from your tribe.’ Be that as it may, she’s done a remarkable job of disclosing her history in a manner that reads as a contextual and never exploitative. Our head book buyer describes her as being “in total command” on the page and fair to her people,” and I agree with that assessment entirely.
Her work continues to feature the antics of her charming, insane-in-a-good-way, family and the many ways her wildness shaped her. Here, she shares the dissolution of her marriage, but this isn’t really a “divorce memoir” even if divorce is part of it. It’s a story about how your sense of belonging can shift before you see that it’s happened and about what is left once it has.
Recommended by Sarah