This memoir got a lot of good reviews, and it seemed like I would like it. It tells about the author’s family, and in particular her father, who is a very eccentric Catholic priest.. Some of it was very funny. Try this:
(My father) seems overjoyed to see me. Has he forgotten what I’m like?
And
When we came home later, my father was wearing his most transparent pair of boxer shorts, to show us he was angry, and drinking Bailey’s Irish cream liquer out of a miniature crystal glass, to show us his heart was broken
And
My father despises cats. He believes them to be Democrats. He considers them to be little mean hillary clintons covered all over with feminist legfur
Though I must comment: surely everyone knows cats are Republicans. Also, why the pretentious failure to capitalize Hillary Clinton’s name?
The book was sometimes beautiful. Here is a night time drive in the American South:
Through our rolled down windows we could hear the round rattle of the palms, crickets applauding, bullfrogs belching out their personal ads
But overall I found I couldn’t really connect with it. This is partly a matter of style – it is so intensely poetic, my query would be, why not just write a poem? Example:
Tomorrow, in that church, the songs I like best will flame out their brief lives, there and then gone, while the people hold soft and slumping candles under their chins and circles of cardboard catch the notes of hot wax. They will return again next year.
I know some love this sort of thing, but for me, I am like: M’KAY.
But a more profound problem for me was what seemed to me a lack of heart. Truly her family were strange and her path odd. Her father chose to buy a guitar rather than pay for her college. She ran away to marry a man she met on the internet back when the internet was just message boards. And yet somehow I don’t feel I understand how she felt about any of it. Everything is filtered through a distant ‘amusement’ which is no doubt where many people eventually get to with their families. But for me, for a book so ‘revealing’ I didn’t think it revealed much of anything.