Small Fry
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4.3 • 30 Ratings
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- $11.99
Publisher Description
A Top Ten Book of the Year
The New York Times, The New Yorker, People, San Francisco Chronicle
A Best Book of the Year
Publishers Weekly, NPR, GQ, The Week, Vogue UK, Los Angeles Times
“Brennan-Jobs is a deeply gifted writer. . . . Beautiful, literary and devastating.” —The New York Times Book Review
“A masterly Silicon Valley gothic.” —Vogue
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 largely absent from her life. His rare attention was thrilling, but he could also be cold, critical and unpredictable. Part portrait of a complex family, part love letter to California in the seventies and eighties, Small Fry is a “shockingly honest and beautifully understated” (Vogue UK) debut.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
In her incisive debut memoir, writer Brennan-Jobs explores her upbringing as the daughter of Apple founder Steve Jobs and Chrisann Brennan, an artist and writer (the couple never married). The book opens with Jobs's deteriorating health from cancer, but the author quickly backtracks to her early childhood, filling in details of her birth (including Jobs's initial denial of paternity, a claim debunked through DNA testing). Brennan-Jobs's narrative is tinged with awe, yearning, and disappointment. Initially, Brennan-Jobs lived with her mother, who supplemented welfare with waitressing and cleaning houses. In time, Jobs became interested in his daughter, and in high school Brennan-Jobs lived with him, becoming the go-to babysitter for his son with his wife, Laurene Powell. Later, when Brennan-Jobs declined a family trip to the circus, Jobs, citing family disloyalty, asked her to move out and stopped payment on her Harvard tuition (a kindly friend offered aid, which Jobs later repaid). Bringing the reader into the heart of the child who admired Jobs's genius, craved his love, and feared his unpredictability, Brennan-Jobs writes lucidly of happy times, as well as of her loneliness in Jobs's spacious home where he refuses to bid her good-night. On his deathbed, his apology for the past soothes, she writes, "like cool water on a burn." This sincere and disquieting portrait reveals a complex father-daughter relationship.
