"When, at 7, she finds her father weeping, he asks her to 'lick the tears from my eyes.'"

"The request makes her 'queasy,' but she obeys, in an act of both strange devotion and deep unease. 'I had taken something of my father’s into me, something intimate — his liquids and his lonely need,' she writes."

From "From Paris to the West Village, a Memoir of Privilege and Pain/In 'Everything/Nothing/Someone,' Alice Carrière recalls her coming-of-age as the daughter of artists, and her eventual slip into dissociative disorder" (NYT).

"... Carrière grew up shuttling back and forth between a 17,000-square-foot townhouse in New York City’s West Village and a penthouse in Paris...."