This collection consists of essays, journal excerpts, and an occasional letter from the final 47 years of Fisher's life. Most of it she spent in Southern California, though some of the pieces hearken back to her youth. There are rather tiresome references to unprofessional treatment at the hands of journalists, and the vicissitudes of growing old (we all need to know about this, but none of us enjoys reading about it), but there are also occasional startling bits about such topics as being strip searched in Britain, hating people whom you love and have to take care of in their dotage, stealing, the comfort of fossils, vomiting, what the way men eat says about how they make love, and her marvelous image of the Golden Gate as a vein through which the blood of young men poured -- spurted -- at the start of the Second World War. Very uneven but still vintage Fisher.
The review of this Book prepared by David Loftus