Doony, Ryder, Wyatt, Bodhi. The names of Kristin Hersh’s sons are the only ones included in her new memoir, Seeing Sideways
As the book unfolds and her sons voices rise from its pages, it becomes clear why: these names tell the story of her life. Punctuated with her own song lyrics,
Seeing Sideways is a memoir about a life strange enough to be fiction, but so raw and moving that it can only be real.
