Brodeur shocks readers with emotional new memoir

Brodeur’s story is one of the most talked about memoirs of the year — and for good reason. With eloquent prose and a surprising ability to write about her own life as a journalist would, she reveals — for the first time — the truth of her relationship with her mother, Malabar. While Brodeur’s story isn’t as redemptive as other childhood memoirs like The Glass Castle, it is still both memorable and important, and it kept me fully engaged.

Column: At home in the city streets

The flags along Forsyth whip lazily back and forth in the late afternoon breeze from the harbor while the summer sun slides down the sky, like the ice cream slowly dripping down the side of a little girl’s waffle cone. She’s standing next to the reflecting pool with her dad, watching her reflection ripple and giggling as he makes faces at her in the water. She wants to hold his hand, but hers is covered in vanilla ice cream. She licks a sprinkle off her pinky before it falls onto her pants and smiles up at her dad in triumph – it doesn’t matter that a few drops have already made their way from her chin onto the collar of her pink polo.