‘One hesitates to traffic in such stock reviewer’s adjectives as “brilliant”, “an American classic”, but there are only so many words with which to say how very good this book is.Once, in Texas, at an association of engineers, I gave a reading from my memoir "Fierce Attachments." No sooner had I finished speaking than a woman in the audience raised her hand to ask a question: "If I come to New York, can I take a walk with your Mama?" When the laughter died down I told her that, actually, she wouldn't want to take a walk with my mother, it was the woman in the book she wanted to walk with. Fierce Attachments is a work of emotional cartography, charting influences and mapping out a proximate territory of the Self.’ – Los Angeles Times ‘A fine, unflinchingly honest book… The story of an abiding, difficult love, full of grace and fire.’ – New York Times Book Review Fierce Attachments demands honour as the work of a breathtaking technician.’ – Jonathan Lethem ‘Admired, rightly, as “timeless” and “classic”. ‘It’s a brilliant book, a classic of its kind, and I commend it to you.’ – Rachel Cooke, Observer ‘The best memoir of the past fifty years.’ – New York Times Weaving between their tempestuous present-day jaunts and the author’s memories of the past, Gornick traces her lifelong struggle for independence from her mother – from growing up in a blue-collar tenement house in the Bronx in the 1940s, to newlywed grad student, to established journalist – only to discover the many ways in which she is (and always has been) her mother’s daughter.įierce Attachments is a searingly honest and intimate memoir about coming of age in a big city, and the perpetual bonds that keep us forever linked to our family. Occasionally they’ll hit a pleasant stride – fondly recalling a shared nostalgia or chuckling over a mutual disgust – but most often their walks are tinged with contempt, irritation, and rages so white hot her mother will stop strangers on the street and say, ‘This is my daughter. At the age of forty-five, she regularly meets her mother for strolls along the streets of Manhattan.
Vivian Gornick’s relationship with her mother is difficult. ‘Why do you pick one schlemiel after another? Do you do this to make me miserable?’
We are walking down Ninth Avenue after a noon-hour concert at Lincoln Centre. ‘Why can’t you find a nice man to be happy with?’ my mother is saying.
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