Memories of a Catholic GirlhoodBlending memories and family myths, Mary McCarthy takes us back to the 1920s, when she was orphaned into a world of relations as colourful, potent, and mysterious as the Catholic religion. There was her Catholic grandmother who combined piousness with pugnacity, and her veiled Jewish grandmother who mourned the disastrous effects of a face lift; there was wicked Uncle Myers who beat her for the good of her soul, and Aunt Margaret who laced her orange