Reviews
"Elliott may be writing under the influence, but it's the influence of genius." Vanity Fair "Elliott writes with a grace and precision that calls to mind Truman Capote's landmark work, In Cold Blood . He, too, is fascinated by questions of motive, how our capacity to love is disfigured into evil, and our tangled mechanisms of denial." The Boston Globe "A searing, self-conscious memoir of drug addiction, obsession and art as a means of survival." Minneapolis Star-Tribune "It opens with this line: 'My father may have killed a man,' then continues for 208 taut, high-wire, brilliant pages . . . With candor so raw it makes me never want to use 'fiercely honest' to describe another writer's work." Las Vegas Weekly "You won't find a more provocative, masterful, thrilling ride than this." San Francisco Chronicle, "Elliott may be writing under the influence, but it's the influence of genius." -Vanity Fair "Elliott writes with a grace and precision that calls to mind Truman Capote's landmark work,In Cold Blood. He, too, is fascinated by questions of motive, how our capacity to love is disfigured into evil, and our tangled mechanisms of denial." -The Boston Globe "A searing, self-conscious memoir of drug addiction, obsession and art as a means of survival." -MinneapolisStar-Tribune "It opens with this line: 'My father may have killed a man,' then continues for 208 taut, high-wire, brilliant pages . . . With candor so raw it makes me never want to use 'fiercely honest' to describe another writer's work." -Las Vegas Weekly "You won't find a more provocative, masterful, thrilling ride than this." -San Francisco Chronicle, "Elliott may be writing under the influence, but it's the influence of genius." -- Vanity Fair "Elliott writes with a grace and precision that calls to mind Truman Capote's landmark work, In Cold Blood . He, too, is fascinated by questions of motive, how our capacity to love is disfigured into evil, and our tangled mechanisms of denial." -- The Boston Globe "A searing, self-conscious memoir of drug addiction, obsession and art as a means of survival." -- Minneapolis Star-Tribune "It opens with this line: 'My father may have killed a man,' then continues for 208 taut, high-wire, brilliant pages . . . With candor so raw it makes me never want to use 'fiercely honest' to describe another writer's work." -- Las Vegas Weekly "You won't find a more provocative, masterful, thrilling ride than this." -- San Francisco Chronicle, It opens with this line: 'My father may have killed a man,' then continues for 208 taut, high-wire, brilliant pages . . . With candor so raw it makes me never want to use 'fiercely honest' to describe another writer's work., "Elliott may be writing under the influence, but it's the influence of genius." - Vanity Fair "Elliott writes with a grace and precision that calls to mind Truman Capote's landmark work, In Cold Blood . He, too, is fascinated by questions of motive, how our capacity to love is disfigured into evil, and our tangled mechanisms of denial." - The Boston Globe "A searing, self-conscious memoir of drug addiction, obsession and art as a means of survival." -Minneapolis Star-Tribune "It opens with this line: 'My father may have killed a man,' then continues for 208 taut, high-wire, brilliant pages . . . With candor so raw it makes me never want to use 'fiercely honest' to describe another writer's work." - Las Vegas Weekly "You won't find a more provocative, masterful, thrilling ride than this." - San Francisco Chronicle, Elliott writes with a grace and precision that calls to mind Truman Capote's landmark work, In Cold Blood . He, too, is fascinated by questions of motive, how our capacity to love is disfigured into evil, and our tangled mechanisms of denial.
