This memoir has such a delightful beginning–with O’Brien’s memories
from her Irish childhood, that I thought I was going to have to run out
and buy a copy. The anecdotes just kept coming and I laughed and
admired her witty ways with a story. It helped to be Irish and have
a Catholic background! But anyone would enjoy her tales of visitors to
her house when she was little.
I especially liked the three brothers who had one good topcoat among
them and so had to take turns going to different Masses on Sundays.
Her mother was strict and never encouraged Edna’s interest in literature
and writing. But they had a bond when her father terrorized the family
with his binges. She married young–to another writer and had two little boys.
The marriage ended in divorce after Edna’s writing began to bring success.
Her husband was jealous and embittered, wanted…
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