Recently read Man at the Helm by Nina Stibbe, having hugely enjoyed her memoir-in-letters Love, Nina. Man at the Helm reads like a memoir as well. It’s a sad and funny story, closely based on her childhood, when she and her sister tried to cope with harsh village prejudice by finding a new husband for their youthful, posh, penniless, alcoholic, and divorced mother. Stibbe has a great voice and a wickedly observant eye—I’m curious what she’ll write now (both of these recent publications were actually written thirty years ago).