Greetings friends and bloggers! Apologies for lack of posting over these past few months. I have been reading, but I am in a grand state of ennui. I have not felt much like posting. I suspect my summer blues have to do with the absence of my bi-weekly writing commitment which kept me swirling in words. I suffer from the I-do-not-have-a-deadline brand of writer's block.
Today I write to tell you about two memoirs I read this summer about father's and sons. Beautiful Boy by David Sheff chronicles the angst of a father as he sees his son and his family through the son's troubling drug addiction. The Film Club by David Gilmour is a father's story of letting his son quit high school as long as the son promises not to do drugs and watches three films a day with him. The father knows something about the history of film and so he gives the son a film education. The kid turns out okay and the father has really special memories of watching great movies with his son.
I am addicted to memoir. Watching the gruesome turns and twists of real lives seems to be holding most of my reading attention these days--even as it sort of pisses me off. I have yet to hit any kind of adolescent rebellion. Maybe that's what I need to do to write: Rebel against something.
Check these memoirs out. I will have another favorite for you in a few days.