Whenever I read a memoir that deals with childhood at all, I find it impossible to not think about Tolstoy talking about families. I never quite know if I buy it or not, or if it just works for Anna Karenina, the novel, not the woman. But too much of contemporary memoir is based in the idea that someone has a very specific story to tell, based on a kind of trick or conceit that has fueled their memoir. While I do sometimes want inside […]
The Copenhagen Trilogy
Childhood by Tove Ditlevsen
Youth by Tove Ditlevsen
Dependency by Tove Ditlevsen
