Edgy, desperately moving and exqusitely written, this memoir will astound the millions of people who suffer from depression At turns funny and terribly sad, this is a book that, like Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar and like Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat, Pray, Love, will speak to women everywhere. It was also appeal to fans of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers Emma Forrest is a prodigiously talented writer and this is her most impressive and profound work to date.
Emma Forrest is the author of the novels Namedropper, Thin Skin and Cherries in the Snow, and editor of the non-fiction anthology Damage Control. She lives in Los Angeles, where she is a screenwriter.
'Emma Forrest is an incredibly gifted writer, who crafted the living daylights out of every sentence in this unforgettable memoir. I can't remember the last time I ever read such a blistering, transfixing story of obsession, heartbreak and slow, stubborn healing' Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat Pray Love
Forrest's memoir of suffering from mania, bulimia, and self-mutilation is written with such candor, humor, and lush, sensual prose it becomes, quite surprisingly, a rich, often riotous, pleasure to listen to. A British transplant to New York City at 22, on contract with the Guardian and completing her first novel, Forrest notices that her "quirks had gone beyond eccentricity" and she dissolves into self-loathing and self-destructive relationships-until she makes a fortuitous connection with her "savior," a psychiatrist, Dr. R. The unsparing, unsentimental narrative is beautifully served by Forrest's reading. Her voice is low, halting; she confides rather than narrates, and she switches easily from the confessional mode to rollicking sendups of her family members and friends-her father's Sean Connery brogue, her grandmother who sounds like a Yiddish Prunella Scales, her squeaky baby sister, and every variety of New York accent. Less impressive, and more than slightly offensive, however are her depictions of minorities. Her crude "Chinese" and "Indian" accents are cringe inducing. An Other Press hardcover. (June) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.