Steedman's book really challenges histories of working class folks by taking her own life and her mother's life and tracing them with some lenses of psychoanalysis and also readings of class consciousness and showing how disconnected those experiences are from dominant narratives about working class life. It sort of feels all over the place, but every part of it reads towards her argument and it's really compelling in the ways she mines her own experience for these pieces. I can't quite explain it, but I found it to be a really interesting, compelling read and I definitely recommend it.