Like writing this memoir wasn’t exercise enough in accelerating through self-consciousness and isolation, now I have to interview myself about it?
You’ve been quoted calling your new memoir, The End of Eve, “a comedy about domestic violence.” What’s up with that?
When I was working on the book I found it a bit tricky to explain to people what I was doing.
I’m writing about lung cancer!”
“A great project about watching my beautiful, crazy, abusive mom die!”
I must have sounded so depressing. People would go all doe-eyed. So I started saying I was writing a comedy about domestic violence. Well, that didn’t go over so well, either. Because, of course, domestic violence isn’t something to laugh about. But here’s the truth: I grew up in a violent household. My relationship with my mother always included some level of violence. But it also included a lot of humor. Some days, aking my mom laugh was the only way to get her to put down her weapons. It was the only way to get her to drop the drama. And laughter is a real way to relieve tension—that’s not just a quirk of MY family of origin, it is what is true.