My father drowned when I was five years old. A picture of me, framed in gold plastic, was fished from his pocket and returned to my mother with a soggy wallet and a bunch of keys. The keys were to our new terraced house, now paid for with his life insurance.
Our Mother’s New Man
‘Even today, she still speaks with emotion about Dorian, the transsexual so proud of her breasts, Diane, who weighed only sixty-five pounds, and Steven, who was so frightened of dying alone that Darcy wished she could promise to be with him when the time came.’ Emmanuel Carrèrre on addiction and poverty in an forgotten America.
Things I Never Told Her
‘I will lay down what I want, and I will get it, and prove I am not the kind of woman who is controlled by a man.’