Tiger, Tiger

I still think about Peter, the man I loved most in the world, all the time. At two in the afternoon, when he would come and pick me up and take me for rides; at five, when I would read to him, head on his chest; in the despair at seven p.m., when he would hold me and rub my belly for an hour; in the despair again at nine p.m. when we would go for a night ride, down to the Royal Cliffs Diner in Englewood Cliffs where I would buy a cup of coffee with precisely seven sugars and a lot of cream. We were friends, soul mates and lovers. I was seven. He was fifty-one.

'Tiger, Tiger will start a thousand conversations. It is shocking, revelatory and fearless. As the story of a victim, it is gripping; as a work of literature, it's a triumph', Margaux Fragoso was only 7 years old when she swam up to a guy in his 50s and asked him to play with her. The mesmerizing memoir of the next fifteen years - spent with the pedophile who became her playmate, father, and lover - had us enraged, horrified, and unable to put it down., Margaux Fragoso's memoir, a subtly crafted account of her 15-year involvement as a child and adolescent with a middle-aged man, asks urgent questions about the traffic between memory and art., An Observer Cultural Highlight of 2011, What I'm Telling My Friends: Brave, dark, and horrifying ... an unforgettable survivor's story. Get it. Read it. NOW!

Margaux Fragoso grew up in Union City, New Jersey. When she was seven she loved the red gumballs that came from gumball machines but left behind the blues and greens; later, she loved Madonna and still later Kurt Cobain. Margaux now has one daughter and no longer lives in New Jersey. Tiger, Tiger will be published by Farrar, Straus & Giroux in the United States and is already being translated into seventeen languages.