PositiveThe Guardian (UK)While Laveau-Harvie’s warmth and good humour came across, her book sounded like misery memoir. But no. Her agile humour – albeit of the gallows variety – transforms it into something quite of its own genre ... What great freedom is awarded to a memoirist with no loyalties to answer to. Laveau-Harvie chooses not to probe into the backstory of her parents, and why should she? ... What great freedom is awarded to a memoirist with no loyalties to answer to. Laveau-Harvie chooses not to probe into the backstory of her parents, and why should she? ... The Erratics doesn’t drip with pathos or gaze shudderingly into its navel, and yet there are moments of tenderness springing up like flowers in a melting snowscape.
