Sigh. Nothing on this planet can compare to the happiness of a new book by your favorite author. Nothing.It's been well documented here that Augusten Burroughs is my favorite author. Meeting him a couple of years ago was one of the best moments of my life. I have be anxiously awaiting his latest memoir A Wolf at the Table.
This book is much different than his others stories, meaning they aren't infused with the humor Burroughs can see in any situation. And rightly so. There is nothing funny about his father. This doesn't mean, however, that if you are a fan of wit that you should steer clear.
The story is heartbreaking. Anyone who has longed for a parent's love, approval or attention will understand. In the end, all we want is someone to hold us and accept us. Unfortunately, Augusten never, ever got that from his father. Some people never do.
I am so deeply appreciative of his ability to dig so deeply into himself and share pieces of his soul in a way we can all relate to. I saw flashes of my self in young Augusten as he desperately sought ways to make his father love him, see him, touch him. I felt grateful that I never knew the terror he felt growing up.
I think everyone should read this book. Unfortunately for me, I am going to miss him when he comes to Seattle, but if you get a chance, catch him when he comes to your town. It will be an experience you will never forget.
