Jeanette Winterson’s new memoir returns the scenes of her semi-autobiographical novel Oranges Are Not The Only Fruit, published when Winterson was twenty-five. Like the car crash you crane your neck to see, readers will once again encounter the harrowing insanity of her adoptive mother, Mrs. Winterson, “a flamboyant depressive; a woman who kept a revolver in the duster drawer, and the bullets in a tin of Pledge.” Read More
