A curious title for a memoir, but by the end it becomes clear. Novelist Janice Galloway recounts her childhood in Ayrshire in the 1950s and 60s. Suffering abuse and lack of love from her adult sister and mother, she copes by being a silent observer. Later she will find her voice writing fiction. Recently published, this first of an intended two-part memoir is chilling, but a very good read, evocative of time and place.
(Mary Standing - bwl 49 January 2009 ) |
