Laurence is a passable writer and she is completely devoid of the pomposity and pretentiousness that characterize her parents. In the book, she tries to justify them as much as possible but the descriptions of how the rich revolutionary snowflakes tried to raise their daughter are genuinely funny.
For instance, when Laurence was 10, her father solemnly announced that she had to choose her political identification. To help her make a choice, he sent her to a Cuban young pioneer camp for a month and then to a US summer camp for another month. The goal was to let her see the contrast between the Cuban idealism and the US materialism and become a sincere communist. When the girl came back and evinced zero admiration for Cuban socialism, the poor Dad was stumped. What he considered a surefire method to make Laurence despise the US backfired and actually produced the opposite result.
Laurence just happened to be as materialistic as humanly possible, and once she grew up, she chose a career in banking (on Wall Street, of all places) that permitted her to buy everything she wanted. She’s a ton smarter than both her parents, though. For instance, her analysis of the situation in today’s Venezuela is very profound.
There will always be people who are so sated with their life of privilege that they will act out like Régis Debray and Elizabeth Burgos – or the Oberlin snowflakes who almost ruined a bakery – did. But they always get their due in the end because their children tend to despise them. The narcissism that leads these bratty revolutionaries to persecute bakers or indigenous peasants ends up mutilating their own children. And the children won’t buy into their self-serving lies about the commons good as easily as everybody else.