There is a really well written article by A. M. Homes, author of "The
End of Alice" and "The Importance of Objects", in the December 20 & 27
issue of the New Yorker about her reunion(s) with her birth mother and
birthfather. Her narrative really captures the ambiguous jig saw puzzle
of identity created by pieces dependent on the memories, and sometime
memory lapses, of others. Her mother ends up wanting A. M. to adopt her,
her birthfather treats her like the mistress her birthmother was thirty
years ago (he insists on meeting her in hotel coffee shops and having
her call his car phone so his wife won't find out). Initially worried
when her birthmother explains that her grandfather died of a heart
attack in his early forties, she is only slightly relieved when her
birthfather tells her that her grandfather was an infamous Washington DC
gambler ("He was the White House's bookie") who was killed in a shoot out.
A pleasant antidote to Who's Your Daddy...