Praise

Piercingly honest and uncommonly generous, allowing space for the vagaries of memory and different generational spins.

—Vogue

A richly detailed memoir about the contradictory life narratives that connect and divide four generations of women.

—NYT Book Review

Nadja Spiegelman’s memoir works like a series of Russian nesting dolls: in every mother, she finds a woman who was once a daughter. Her prose is luminous and precise; her portraits intricately tender but charged by the wild electricity of familial love. I felt myself moved and expanded as I read this thoughtful, probing book—and I called my own mother the moment I was done.

—Leslie Jamison, author of The Empathy Exams