When my book club chose Truth and Beauty, Ann Patchett’s memoir about her friendship with fellow writer, Lucy Grealy, I had mixed feelings.  I read the book when it first came out in 2004 and had read Grealy’s memoir, Autobiography of a Face, a number of years before that.  I remember that I found Patchett’s book interesting but also disturbing but the exact reasons why had faded from my memory.  A few months ago, I thought I might fake my way through the evening by […]