When Ada Calhoun stumbled upon old cassette tapes of interviews her father, art critic Peter Schjeldahl, had conducted for his never-completed biography of poet Frank O'Hara, she set out to finish the book he had started 40 years earlier. As a lifelong O'Hara fan who grew up amid his bohemian cohort in the East Village, Calhoun thought the project would be easy, but as she recounts in this memoir, the deeper she dove, the more she had to face not just O'Hara's past, but also her father's, and her own.