MixedThe Los Angeles TimesAbramovi?’s memoir doesn’t reconcile these seemingly different versions of her, but it gives insight into why they can’t be reconciled ... The book is undeniably self-absorbed...Yet the memoir is frank and frequently endearing, Abramovi?’s humor keeping her romanticism in check ... For those familiar with her work’s history, [the] lack of context might frustrate. This book is written for people interested in Abramovi? alone, not performance art more generally. Near the end, her chronicle of projects becomes almost exhausting, for her and the reader.
