This book may be to autobiography
what Maus was to Holocaust narrative.
-
Wendy Steiner
Once I picked
the manuscript up, I couldn't put it down. I pored over it the
way I would a family album, looking at the faces of people I
don't know but wish I did, or heard about but never met, or know
but never knew THAT about them. It is an album of self,
comprised of memory bits and texts, held together only very
lightly by a curious mind. It is to memoir what Gertrude Stein's
The Making of Americans is to history. Its leaves are held
together by Tender Buttons. I do love it and feel certain it
will find a readership as appreciative of its beauty, humor,
insight, poetry, and yes music as I am.
-
James Young
