A voice over the public-address system announces the final boarding call, Ms. Harrison writes of her fathers departure after a weeklong visit when she was 20 years old the first time she had seen him in 10 years. I stiffen. Is it ever too late to leave the friend zone? By making us, forcing us, to understand (which, it seems necessary to add, is not synonymous with approve or condone), Harrison blurs the boundary between her perversion and our normalcy. He sees memoirs as tainted with conceit and the impulse to preen for posterity. Such thoughts could be disturbing, but they were valuable. Sue, my roommate, and I had invited a couple friends over for dinner before our weekly Wednesday get-together in town. consider the fate of women / How unwomanly to discuss it! the poet Carolyn Kizer wrote. It is an amazing book that you must read. Speaking at the forum, the historical novelist Thomas Mallon said that novels were inherently about larger truths, while memoirs were about personal ones. That present tense tells you something of the immediacy of Harrisons recollections, which unfold with a riveting sense of doom. Not my mother. Read Any Book - Online Library - Read Free Books Online,