鈥淒on鈥檛 Call Me Home,鈥� by Alexandra Auder (Viking)
It takes guts and a sense of humor to kick off your debut memoir with an insult from Andy Warhol. 鈥淪eeing Alexandra was sad 鈥� a big rug-rat hanging off Viva 鈥� she鈥檒l probably turn out a mess.鈥� But Alexandra Auder uses it as the epigraph for her impossible-to-put-down memoir, 鈥淒on鈥檛 Call Me Home,鈥� a must-read for children of narcissistic parents.
The book recounts Auder鈥檚 childhood growing up in the 1970s and 鈥�80s in the grungy glory of Manhattan鈥檚 Chelsea Hotel, where she shared a tiny apartment with her mother, Viva, the Warhol underground film star, and her half-sister, Gaby Hoffmann, an actor. The earliest moments of Alexandra鈥檚 life, including Viva going into labor in the hotel lobby, were captured on video by her father, Michel Auder, an experimental filmmaker.
As you might expect, a lot of art world luminaries make cameos in the book, including Michel Auder鈥檚 second wife, the photographer Cindy Sherman. But the heart of the story is Alexandra鈥檚 intense, enmeshed, love/hate relationship with her immature, impulsive and arguably insane mother, whom she describes at one point as 鈥渕y true love.鈥�
The story toggles back and forth between Auder鈥檚 captivating memories of her bohemian upbringing and the present day, as she prepares to host a Christmas celebration with the aging diva at the Philadelphia home she shares with her husband and two children. Auder tells herself to be nice to Viva, reminds herself she was lucky for all the years she was nursed and cuddled, her imagination nurtured. But to no avail. 鈥淲hy is it that rather than wanting to thank my mother by anointing her crepey-thin skin鈥� I want to smother her?鈥�
In the acknowledgments, Auder, an actor and yoga instructor, says she has been writing versions of this story for over 25 years. You can tell. Her childhood memories sparkle, especially the summers spent with Viva鈥檚 conservative, devoutly Catholic family on the St. Lawrence River. Her aunts 鈥� 鈥渓ong, thin, and bony鈥� 鈥� flock to her 鈥渓ike birds flying in formation,鈥� showering her with affection, but all too often the reunions devolve into violence when Viva does something outrageous.
Early on, after her parents split and her father moved out, Auder came to realize that she had to be the wiser, more mature one in her relationship with her mother. She was, but it鈥檚 clear it took an unspecified toll. Still, nothing can dim her ardor for the larger-than-life Viva. Indeed, the dedication of the book reads: 鈥淔or Mom, thanks for paving the way.鈥�
Ann Levin, The Associated Press
