Friday, May 24, 2013

A gorgeous review in the San Francisco Chronicle!!!

"The End of San Francisco" is, finally, apocalyptic as Sycamore's flights to gay ghettos, drugs, politics, even gender transformation are all insufficient paths to freedom. At the end of the narrative, although maybe it is a beginning, she is on a hill in Baltimore drinking with neighborhood boys and thinks that "this is when no one knows and no one cares and I'm just everything that matters exploding into the world." The pain does not end here, but throughout "The End of San Francisco" it is recklessly transfigured through language and imagination to be, if not transcendent, at least bearable.


kayti said...

Ate you planning to write any more memoirs ?

mattilda bernstein sycamore said...

Not sure yet, but it's certainly a possibility :)

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