I finished Sarma Melngailis’s memoir The Girl with the Duck Tattoo, and it’s so sad. I feel terrible for this poor woman. She got married to a gambler who conned millions of dollars out of her. She robbed her own business to give this loser money so he could gamble it away. She defrauded friends. Lost everything, ended up in jail, and will be saddled with millions of dollars in debt forever.
And even after writing a 700-page memoir about all this, she has zero insight into why it all happened. The narrative is completely flat. It never goes deeper than an enumeration of money withdrawals she made in response to the conman’s badgering. Sarma is utterly mystified by her own actions. It is as if the possibility that effects might be connected to causes never crossed her mind. She has no family and no longer owns a business. One wonders what it is that she does all day that the possibility of analyzing her own motivations never occurs to her.
This is a sad, sad story. At times, the details of Sarma’s degradation are painful to read. But she learned absolutely nothing whatsoever and doesn’t seem to know there might be anything to learn.