Dorothy Gallagher's trim memoir, "How I Came into My Inheritance," reminds readers that autobiographical writing can indeed be morbidly funny and acidic in its portrait of family life. Never once stopping to worry about the level of acid in these wonderfully crafted stories about her Russian-Jewish immigrant family, Gallagher at one glorifies and criticizes the conflicts, expectations and ambitions her parents' generation manifest after having arrived in the promised land, the United States.

Gallagher rebels against her family's orthodox ideology, not of being Jewish, but of complete devotion to communism. She notes that "a photograph of Lenin hung on the attic wall (I used to think it was my grandfather)." Perpetually a disappointment to her cantankerous father and her sarcastic and manipulative mother, Gallagher fights to reconcile her "evidently selfish and frivolous nature" with her parents' zealous dedication to "the Struggle for a Better World [emphasis is the author's]." Despite Gallagher's evident creative, discursive personality, nothing she can do measures up to her mother's morally rigid standards. Thus, readers observe Gallagher as a disappointment to her parents and at odds with herself.

Not once does the author lapse into self-pity. Instead, her chaotic, sarcasm-laden life becomes grist for a vocation which at least sounds respectable, that of being a writer. Her account of her evolution as a writer is the highlight of the memoir. She rubs shoulders with such luminaries as Bruce Jay Friedman and Mario Puzo while pounding out bilge for pulp magazines. As she hones her skills, she dismisses her later books with a self-deprecatory wave. Her willingness to mock her own self-presumed failures -- as a daughter, as a wife, as a worker -- makes one wonder how much of her parents' lack of approbation she absorbed during her childhood.

Dorothy Gallagher would dismiss sympathy for her life as misplaced sentiment. Instead, she writes her memoir with enough tartness to make any reader's mouth pucker. Her relatives are rough-and-tumble greenhorns who may or may not make peace with their new land. Foibles, failures and faults flow throughout this slender, wry memoir. As to her inheritance, Dorothy Gallager permits the reader to discern what wealth truly exists in her family.

I've read any number of books -- memoirs and novels -- about women growing up in the late thirties/early forties in New York City, with immigrant parents involved in Communism. This was among the best -- clever, ironic, touching, laugh-out-loud funny. Only complaint: too short. I wanted to know more and more about Dorothy Gallagher and her family.

Dorothy Gallagher applies dry-eyed wit and candor not only to her fiercely difficult parents and their numerous associates but also to herself, which makes "How I Came Into My Inheritance" a lesson in revelation. What sets this book far above the usual memoir is the author's abiltity to tell a story, her instinct for the telling detail, the killing choice of a word. She knows how to write, and the reader cannot resist her.

While she is exceptionally good (and funny!) at illustrating the politics that defined her childhood (she would have been surprised to learn that all children didn't go to socialist summer camp), Gallagher is mesmerizing when she writes about her parents aging. She captures the exquisite heartbreak and confusion both for child and parent, and she does it with no sentimentality whatsoever.

In this age of the lazy, glossy-mag confessionals, Gallagher's book is a triumph of sophisticated observation and highly skilled prose. It will raise your standards for anecdote, memoir and family history.

This book, more than all the others save "Frozen Stiff", should have been adapted as an episode of the show. The plot, with Alex trapped into going to Paradise Valley Chemical and facing threats to her secret from all sides, rings most true to the pacing and style of the television series. Unlike several stories in the AM book series, this one keeps a sense of plausibilty through its plot, setting, and use of characters. For example, when Bobby, Vince, Danielle all start to converge on Alex and her powers, the characters come together slowly and convincingly, not just thrown into the ending as a plot device. The way Alex, Ray and Annie plan around Vince and Danielle's latest plot to catch the GC-161 kid is in the grand tradition of episodes such as "The Video Tape," and "Operation Breakout." An extra treat for the reader comes when Alex, Annie, and Ray takes him (albeit in written word) into the bowels of the plant's industrial section, an area never really shown on the show. All in all, a good Alex Mack tale.