![]() ![]() Even though she has traded her Texas trash upbringing for a patrician husband, a child and a book of poems that land her a teaching job at a prestigious East-coast college, she can't let go of a gnawing sense that her accomplishments are undeserved. ![]() The back stairs of the house in Cambridge, Massachusetts that Karr shared in the late eighties with her then-husband, Warren (not his real name), is the scene of the alcohol-fueled time-outs meant to unchatter her mind and make her fit company for their little family of three. In the prologue, an open letter to her son, Dev, now in his twenties, she says her aim is to help him understand the role his toddler-self played in his mother's rescue when "being drunk got increasingly hard, and being not drunk felt impossible." The clarity and energy of the writing as Karr recounts her descent into alcoholism and struggle for rebirth on the razor's edge of sobriety make the book an unlikely joy to read. ![]()
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