"So what kind of a title is that Hmmph The Sisters Karamazov? So you think you're a female Dostoevsky? Isn't that more than a little arrogant?" Let me explain. The idea for writing this fictionalized account of my life came in this way. A friend of mine once announced proudly: "I'm reading the famous Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky." "You may not believe it," I replied grinning, "but Karamazov was my mother's maiden name " In this way begins the rollicking fictionalized autobiography of 3 generations of sisters living in the USA but of Russian-Jewish ancestry. An enmeshment of drama-queens, a psychologist might describe it. A story of redemption, a theologian might describe it. How will you, my reader, describe it?