According to that New York Times blog.
I love Here's Your Hat, What's Your Hurry and The Giant's House (haven't read her other novel because it's about comedians, which shouldn't be a reason, but there you are) but somehow I never thought of McCracken as the memoiring kind. Maybe because when I met her, having invited her out to Montana to read (I think), I couldn't squeeze any info out of her at all. She was quiet, mysterious, and discreet. She gave the impression she had been raised in a castle on the Isle of Skye by former trapeze artists, or something, but didn't find it interesting enough to talk about.
Very much looking forward to An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination.
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