To grasp the remarkable nature of Sonia Sotomayor's new autobiography, consider this: The justice pokes fun at her own unfashionable underwear.
The scene occurs in a dressing room, as Sotomayor, then a young law firm partner, goes shopping with a stylish client determined to infuse a bit of fashion sense into the frumpy lawyer. This includes getting her out of mother-purchased panties into what Sotomayor describes as "age-appropriate undergarments."
This episode may sound too frivolous to discuss -- in lawyerly terms, immaterial. Perhaps even unbecoming a Supreme Court justice. It is anything but.
There are two reasons to read an autobiography by a public figure: to understand more about the author, and to understand more about human nature and the building blocks of success.
Sotomayor's "My Beloved World" succeeds, brilliantly, on both fronts. It is unguarded and self-reflective in a way that few such memoirs achieve or allow, and that is astonishing from such a figure in midcareer, no less a sitting justice.
But this is candor with a purpose. "I have ventured to write more intimately about my personal life than is customary for a member of the Supreme Court, and with that candor comes a measure of vulnerability," Sotomayor writes in her preface.
"There are hazards to openness," she continues, "but they seem minor compared with the possibility that readers may find comfort, perhaps even inspiration, from a close examination of how an ordinary person, with strengths and weaknesses like anyone else, has managed an extraordinary journey."
Of course, Sotomayor undersells herself. That this is no "ordinary person" becomes clear from the opening scene of the book, in which 7-year-old Sonia, newly diagnosed with diabetes, realizes she will have to learn to inject herself. At her kitchen in the South Bronx projects, she drags a chair over to the stove to boil water to sterilize the syringe.