if you only read one memoir by alexandra fuller this year...make it her other one. because this one is basically a pale imitation of her other one. & her other one wasn't even that great. i can't even remember what it was called. don't let's go to the dogs tonight, i think.
basically, this is a book for anyone who read don't let's go to the dogs tonight & wondered to themselves, "wow, alexandra fuller just wrote a memoir about how her mom is basically a demented alcoholic. i wonder how that affected their relationship?" here's your answer. in short: things are cool. the mom is (somewhat shockingly) still alive. if you were thirsting for extremely detailed biographies of alexandra fuller's parents (despite the fact that the only reason you may have heard of them is because they are her parents, & they made the rather unusual choice of being white british people who raised their kids in africa), this is the book for you.
what's that, you say? you don't give two shits about alexandra fuller's parents? yes, i agree. far & away the most exciting thing about this book is that the chimpanzee on the cover is wearing pants.