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dalaia's review
fast-paced
3.0
This was a uh…interesting read. I’m trying to understand, get in the head of the author to see what the goal or thesis of this book was.
It weaved journal entries from the author’s father with short reflections of his life, a seemingly unrelated short story of two other people and the relation to their fathers, and reflections on some of the author’s favorite works. But it felt rushed, connected only by a faint thread of “father.”
The writing itself, though beautiful and poetic at times felt disconnected too, unrevised.
And I’m not saying that it was. I’m not saying there was objectively no clear resolution or direction. Because I don’t know. I feel that to get this book truly, one has to have a specific experience to unlock its meaning, or be in the author’s own head. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? You be the judge. And perhaps I missed it altogether.
My understanding however is that the author was trying to show how after the death of one’s father that’s exactly what is left, disconnected bits and pieces of memories and journal entries, some that glorify a past that was and when revisited show the cracks created by our growing up, and more questions than one is capable of answering. But alas, I could be wrong.
It weaved journal entries from the author’s father with short reflections of his life, a seemingly unrelated short story of two other people and the relation to their fathers, and reflections on some of the author’s favorite works. But it felt rushed, connected only by a faint thread of “father.”
The writing itself, though beautiful and poetic at times felt disconnected too, unrevised.
And I’m not saying that it was. I’m not saying there was objectively no clear resolution or direction. Because I don’t know. I feel that to get this book truly, one has to have a specific experience to unlock its meaning, or be in the author’s own head. Is that a good thing or a bad thing? You be the judge. And perhaps I missed it altogether.
My understanding however is that the author was trying to show how after the death of one’s father that’s exactly what is left, disconnected bits and pieces of memories and journal entries, some that glorify a past that was and when revisited show the cracks created by our growing up, and more questions than one is capable of answering. But alas, I could be wrong.
Content Warnings
Minor: Death of parent
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