A pretty harrowing read charting the real life story of Emma Dally's brother John, his battle with and slow death from Aids and the impact it has on the wider family.
I bought it out of curiosity as when I was about 10 years old I was school-friends with Adam, another of her younger brothers for a couple of years. I remember going to their house in Devonshire Place which doubled up as surgeries for their psychiatrist parents, so to hear it described in the book was quite nostalgic for me. The revelations about Adam were also of a personal interest.
I only mention this as it is a very personal book to the author, not particularly well written, but that almost doesn't matter as it seems to have been written mainly for her own benefit - a form of catharsis perhaps? I would imagine it would be of interest also to anyone who knew any of the family, as well as people suffering loss of close family, either specifically through AIDS or through any long-term terminal illness.
It is pretty depressing in places, and I couldn't help feeling that the 6 Dally childrens upbringing was rather odd for it's time, resulting in some dysfunction. In particular, their parents radical atheism, pushed onto the Dally children I think also must have made things much harder for Emma watching her brother's long descent into death, as she had no faith to comfort her.
Overall a brave book to write.