My Brother

Controlled and fearless perfection

Carolyn See, Washington Post

A sustained meditation on the grinding wheel of family, with mother always at the hub; on the countries of our past, both real and emotional, which we have fled and in which we have felt like strangers; on death as a devastating injury and dying as an irritating inconvenience . . . a memoir about death that portrays it as it is, not as we would have it be, as we so often tailor it both in memoir and fiction

Anna Quindlen, New York Times Book Review

Visceral and wrenching, this is a memoir of mourning . . . Kincaid's revelations are both intoxicating and redeeming

René Graham, Boston Sunday Globe