What happens when a mother looks at her daughter and realizes she is repeating the very thing she once promised herself she would never do? What if the behaviors we inherit from our mothers are not always ones we would be proud to show off?

Author Xochitl Gonzalez with her novel Last Night in Brooklyn In the opening pages of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s classic novel of opulence and greed, The Great Gatsby, the narrator, Nick Carraway, sums up his friend Jay Gatsby’s tragic fate: “Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.” Of course, by now readers