So this was a treat.
With this book, however, it seemed to be the opposite.
These essays are all discrete incidents taken from her life, many of them strikingly personal and jarring, and the theme, in true form to the title, is that these are all incidents that haunt her to this day, that she carries with her, and that have helped to make her who she is.
There is a girl passed out on the bathroom floor, she has vomited and defecated on herself, she appears to be in genuine distress.
She writes about the birth of her son, and the horror of her labor.
Sadly, the artwork didn't get her too much publicity — 'Liz Phair' has only sold 400,000 copies to date globally.