I Regret I Am Able to Attend

A bawdy, gimlet-eyed memoir-in-stories capturing a celebrated photographer’s avant-garde coming-of-age in the grit and glamour of 1970s and 80s bohemiaI think in stories; I tell stories, and here are some stories. You may stumble across a narrative arc of some kind, but I’ll be damned if you detect any redemption.Born to two young, ambitious artists, Jessica Craig-Martin grew up picnicking on oranges from Harrods with David Hockney and reading books on Jasper Johns’s studio ladder to get a moment alone from the crowd. When her parents separated, her life was divided between New York and London, where she navigated the tumultuous relationships, finances, and emotions of her parents and the cross-Atlantic cultural divide. Largely unsupervised and searching for her place in the world, Craig-Martin tried on many identities: a latchkey kid trying to make sense of her mother’s volatile mood swings and her father’s new relationships; a precocious, hash-smoking student experiencing her first l