The Mother Is Restless and She Doesn't Know Why: Finding Freedom in the Cage

Crackling with intelligence and wit, a critical memoir about how nihilism might just get you through.

‘Here is how I start: I read Nietzsche. I read Nietzsche in bed, with a chest cold. I highlight things in green and draw exclamation marks in the margins. I text friends. You wouldn’t expect I could be having so much fun reading Nietzsche, I tell them. They are worried about their children, about lockdown, about money, about their marriages. I am reading Nietzsche, I repeat. I text them quo...