Feldt's mother is a Swedish High Priestess of child education, author of a controversial bestseller, published in the early 1980s. You might, therefore, argue that this mother, whom Feldt turns upon in this horribly public manner, at least partly gets what is coming to her.
Feldt's narrative is that of a childhood filled with alcohol, men coming and going, moving house annually, suicide attempts, melodrama, occasional abuse and a mother whose educational methods are sometimes irresponsible, to say the least.
The mother in question has declared this book to be untrue and some of Feldt's numerous siblings have also distanced themselves from her story.
Accordingly, sorting reality from narration is hardly possible.
Fortunately, that sorting does not feel relevant, if you choose to consider the book as a literary work rather than a tell-all. It is elegantly written, it has the features and the ring of authenticity (that Feldt's truth may be at variance with other people's truth does not necessarily make it any less true) and the main question she asks - Do you have to forgive? - concerns us all.