This book, its author says, is not a family memoir, rather a myth, a blending of fact and imaginative recreation, written partly in the first person, partly in the third. In it, Ann Petre, summons up the ghosts of the past: the rather grand Catholic childhood, her parents, her nannies (very skilfully drawn) and her later life – time with a lay Catholic organisation, an unhappy love affair, time in therapy. All of this makes an interesting, impressionistic and rather strange book, which truly bursts the bounds of known literary genres.
David McLaurin “The Tablet” 9 June 2007 Page 24
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