Title: Only Good for the Dish on Alice!
Product review: Like many others have said below, boring, shallow, and only published because she is the daughter of the famous writer Alice Walker. The only redeeming feature of the book is the delicious dish on her mother. My goodness, Alice Walker certainly lives up to every horrible stereotype of the self-involved second wave feminist. The details invite a reappraisal of the meeting of the personal and the political in certain strands of feminist lit. In this sense, the book needs to be read as the latest installment, albeit somewhat less glamourous, of the ungrateful daughter's nasty tell-all genre, a la Christina Crawford and B.D. Hyman (daughter of Bette Davis). More useful as tabloid material for eggheads rather than general enlightenment.
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