Lucinda Williams C/D?

More than halfway through her memoir. It’s a solid, easygoing work that reads like “her”, although the prose doesn’t impress me that much. Nowhere near as bleak as Rickie Lee Jones’. There are maybe 5 sentences on her first marriage, which is about what Elvis Costello devoted to

I was surprised to learn that Charles Bukowski incorporated her childhood home and father into his novel WOMEN