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The book tells the story of Augusten's relationship with his tormented father. A man who sent his wife mad and saw his other son run away from home, prior to Augusten going into foster care.
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A powerful evocation of an American childhood like the US greats, "Catcher in the Rye", and "My Dark Places". A memoir with the magical quality of not just describing childhood but actually making the reader remember what it was like to be a child. The prequel to international hit "Running With Scissors", "Wolf at the Table" tells the story of Augusten's relationship with his tormented father. A man who sent his wife mad and saw his other son run away from home, prior to Augusten going into foster care. Harrowing, insightful and amusing by turns, this book contains all of the quirks his fans adore.From the author: 'My father doesn't feature much in "Running with Scissors". And one of the reasons for this is because he didn't feature much in my life. But there's another reason, too: our relationship was so complicated, so dark, so confusing and so big, that to tell the story would require a book. So finally, upon the death of my father in 2005, I decided to tell the story I have been most afraid yet most compelled to tell. In some respects, I look at this book as my biggest, most personally challenging project to date.
Because my father - not my mother - has always been the driving force behind my ambition'.
Utgivelsesår 2008
Format Heftet
ISBN13 9780753513699
EAN 9780753513699
Omtalt sted USA
Språk Engelsk
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Start en diskusjon om verket Se alle diskusjoner om verketI knew I had an ugly life. I knew I was lonely and I was scared. I thought something might be wrong with my father, wrong in the worst possible way. I believed he might contain a pathology of the mind--an emptiness--a knocking hollow where his soul should have been. But I also knew that one day, I would grow up. One day, I would be twenty, or thirty, or forty, even fifty and sixty and seventy and eighty and maybe even one hundred years old. And all those years were mine, they belonged to nobody but me. So even if I was unhappy now, it could all change tomorrow. Maybe I didn't even need to jump off the cliff to experience that kind of freedom. Maybe the fact that I knew such a freedom existed in the world meant that I could someday find it.
Maybe, I thought, I don't need a father to be happy. Maybe, what you get from a father you can get somewhere else, from somebody else, later. Or maybe you can just work around what's missing, build the house of your life over the hole that is there and always will be.