Andrea Bern is all grown up. Well, sort
of. Almost forty, she is reflecting on her partners, family, job and decision to
stop making art. But can an artist ever stop making art? Filled with Jewish
guilt and a father that overdosed when she was 15, Andrea feels the need to be
close to her family and a deep desire to push them all far far away. New York
City is teeming with opportunity for love and fulfillment yet she cannot seem
to latch onto those fleeting moments. Each chapter is told in a short story
like format, Andrea looking back on the people she thought she loved and paths
she should have taken. Grabbing me in the very first chapter I was unable to
put down this accounting of a life drowning in a reality that is not always
pretty. Finding myself laughing inappropriately, this bizarre main character/narrator
shares things most people would never say out loud (or even think) but feel
very deeply. This short glimpse into an artist’s private journey quickly turned
into an absorbing read about family, love, fulfillment and the nature of these
rules we force ourselves to play by. Highly recommend this extremely well
written glimpse of one ordinary person’s life and her daily struggle to live
it.
Agree again!
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