Bad blood is a dashing title for an autobiography, somewhere between apology and swank. Lorna Sage, at the end of this year, has much to swank about. Look at any newspaper’s “Books of the Year” and there she is, turning up, again and again, like the bad penny she pretends to be.
Lorna Sage has my vote, too. But Bad Blood has been praised for some rum reasons. Doris Lessing says it would be “the saddest book you have ever read,” were it not for Sage’s vitality. But Bad Blood isn’t in the running for a “most unhappy childhood” award.…
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