The idea of how much a writer cannot help but include of herself in her writing is one of the ideas in Carolyn Parkhurst's new novel, The Nobodies Album. (More coming on the entire book later.)
The narrator is Octavia Frost, a moderately successful, middle-aged novelist. She has an arch, wry yet perhaps not completely reliable voice that brings to mind a combination of the protagonist of John Lanchester's The Debt to Pleasure and Stevens in the masterpiece, Kazuo Ishiguro's The Remains of the Day.
Even while her estranged rock star son is accused of killing his girlfriend, Octavia cannot help but think of herself and her writing.
Is she in her books? The woman whose husband and daughter died years ago, and whose son she thinks she ignored? Are you kidding?