“I am the one who lived to tell,” Kushner writes in the title essay — a memoir about growing up in a San Francisco where girls became strippers or cocktail waitresses and boys became skateboarders or skinheads, or worked as bouncers “in between prison stints.” Kushner and her friends are “ratty delinquents” who cut school to hang out in gambling parlors and head shops or with a Hare Krishna who may or may not be a singer for the Cro-Mags.
- NY Times
