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A review by tpanik
My Father, the Pornographer by Chris Offutt
4.0
If The Glass Castle (Walls) and The Tender Bar (Moehringer) had a baby, it would be this book. Offutt's isolation, as both a child and an adult, saturates these pages. You can tell, as you read, that each word took EFFORT to summon, to process, to frame-- and still there are things, perhaps intentionally, perhaps subconsciously, left unsaid. He tells us just enough, making this a worthy addition to the memoir genre.
(Note: If you're reading this book for salacious chapters of pornography, you will be disappointed. It is a memoir first and foremost, about the impact of an ill suited parent. Offutt's dad could have had any profession and still been a failure as a father).
(Note: If you're reading this book for salacious chapters of pornography, you will be disappointed. It is a memoir first and foremost, about the impact of an ill suited parent. Offutt's dad could have had any profession and still been a failure as a father).