

Being sick from Bacardi 151 and splitting my chin open on a concrete barrier in Minipark.” Kushner, always a diligent researcher, spent time in prisons and displays an impressive knowledge of life inside This is not the city of “rainbow flags or Beat poetry”, but “wet feet and soggy cigarettes at a rainy kegger in the Grove. The novel moves backwards and forwards in time, from her childhood – such as it was – on the “fog-banked, treeless and bleak” streets of San Francisco.


Like all the characters in this unflinching portrayal of what it means to be poor and female in America, Romy received her life sentence long ago: her mother, addicted to painkillers and divorce, treated her with “silence, irritation, disapproval” she was raped age 11, and went on to become a drug addict and sex worker.
