Why did I love this book?
Mary Karr holds nothing back. She drives us through vast, windswept west Texas of my home to the piney woods 650 miles east with her remarkable, outrageous family. I felt the dust on my teeth and the tingle of danger just around the corner.
She manages to introduce us to her gun-toting mom and alcoholic dad without making them two-dimensional villains. The nuanced characters are clearly deeply flawed humans who are doing the best they can. I gasped, winced, laughed, and cried reading The Liar’s Club.
Her study of memory through the shadowy remembrances of childhood trauma echoed my own. It reminded me I never know all someone has lived through or where they’ll end up. Sometimes, including myself.