This morning I trumped along to Charlotte Square once more to see Janice Galloway talk about her new book. Following on from her anti-memoir about her childhood, This Is Not About Me, volume 2 is about her teenage years in Ayrshire and is called All Made Up. I sense a theme.
The event was held in the RBS Main Theatre, and it was rammed. The girl sitting next to me, who was writing about it for Three Weeks, had seen Galloway before and didn’t find this remotely surprising. I sense I have been missing out – I came because the programme blurb looked interesting.
As the lights go down and everyone settles in, event chair Ruth Wishart introduces All Made Up as a book “where sex and music jostle for priority status.”
“And Latin,” Galloway chimes in.
This sets the tone, and leads the author into an explanation as to why she doesn’t see the book as a straight memoir.