Michele was six when her father was killed in a train crash. ‘There were two casualties: my father, and a nun . . . All I hoped was that he was asleep, and that the nun was, too.’
Thus begins Michele Kirsch’s extraordinary memoir of drug addiction, alcoholism and domestic cleaning. Rarely can a dark memoir have been so comic, or a comic memoir so dark... Just another depressing memoir of drug and alcohol addiction? Well, no. This one is enhanced, made strangely hilarious and given a refreshingly different kind of poignancy, with its 26 ‘cleaning’ interludes. These appear between most chapters, in a different font, and I found myself savouring each one.