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Small Fry

The poignant story of a childhood spent between two imperfect but extraordinary homes.

by Lisa Brennan-Jobs
Grove Press
NEW!

A frank, smart and captivating memoir by the daughter of Apple founder Steve Jobs.

  • Imprint Grove Hardcover
  • Page Count 400
  • Publication Date September 04, 2018
  • ISBN-13 978-0-8021-2823-2
  • Dimensions 6" x 9"
  • US List Price $26.00
  • Imprint Grove Hardcover
  • Publication Date September 04, 2018
  • ISBN-13 978-0-8021-4651-9

Author Biography

Lisa Brennan-Jobs

Lisa Brennan-Jobs lives in Brooklyn, NY. Small Fry is her first book.

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About the Book

Born on a farm and named in a field by her parents—artist Chrisann Brennan and Steve Jobs—Lisa Brennan-Jobs’s childhood unfolded in a rapidly changing Silicon Valley. When she was young, Lisa’s father was a mythical figure who was rarely present in her life. As she grew older, her father took an interest in her, ushering her into a new world of mansions, vacations, and private schools. His attention was thrilling, but he could also be cold, critical and unpredictable. When her relationship with her mother grew strained in high school, Lisa decided to move in with her father, hoping he’d become the parent she’d always wanted him to be.

Small Fry is Lisa Brennan-Jobs’s poignant story of a childhood spent between two imperfect but extraordinary homes. Scrappy, wise, and funny, young Lisa is an unforgettable guide through her parents’ fascinating and disparate worlds. Part portrait of a complex family, part love letter to California in the seventies and eighties, Small Fry is an enthralling book by an insightful new literary voice.

Praise

“An exquisitely rendered story of family, love, and identity…a stunningly beautiful study of parenting that just so happens to include the co-founder of Apple.”—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

“Incisive… Brennan-Jobs’s narrative is tinged with awe, yearning, and disappointment. This sincere and disquieting portrait reveals a complex father-daughter relationship.”—Publisher’s Weekly (starred review)

“As clear-eyed, amusing, honest, unsentimental and sad as any memoir I’ve read in years…No other book or film has captured Steve Jobs as distinctly as this one has.”—Phillip Lopate

“Here is a literary coming-of-age memoir of the highest order, the story of a child trying to find her place between two radically different parents, identities, and worlds. Compassionate, wise, and filled with finely-wrought detail, Small Fry is a wonder of a book, and Lisa Brennan-Jobs is a wonder of a writer.”—Jamie Quatro, author of Fire Sermon

“A gorgeous, compelling work of art and a dazzling coming-of-age story. This is a lovely, sweetly intimate portrait, a story told through the eyes of a daughter whose father struggled with his own origins—and who almost became the father she hoped he would be.” —Susan Cheever

Excerpt

Before this, during years in which we hardly spoke, I’d seen his picture everywhere. Seeing the pictures gave me a strange zing. The feeling was similar to catching myself in a mirror across a room and thinking it was someone else, then realizing it was my own face: There he was, peering out from magazines and newspapers and screens in whatever city I was in. That is my father and no one knows it but it’s true.

Before I said goodbye, I went to the bathroom to mist one more time. The spray was natural, which meant that over the course of a few minutes it no longer smelled sharp like roses, but fetid and stinky like a swamp, although I didn’t realize it at the time.

As I came into his room, he was getting into a standing position. I watched him gather both his legs in one arm, twist himself ninety degrees by pushing against the headboard with the other arm, and then use both arms to hoist his own legs over the edge of the bed and onto the floor. When we hugged, I could feel his vertebrae, his ribs. He smelled musty, like medicine sweat.

“I’ll be back soon,” I said.

We detached, and I started walking away.

“Lis?”

“Yeah?”

“You smell like a toilet.”