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This book is one of the most profoundly disturbing books that I have ever read in my entire life. I started the memoir expecting it to be "hilarious" and "screamingly funny" as the reviews promised. Instead, I was left cringing throughout the book with every description of the madness of the people around him, the disgusting sexual interactions that the author, as a child, had with an adult, and the horrific squalor in which the author and his fellow characters lived.
People defecating the carpet, eating dogfood, analyzing their own excrement for signs from God, and tolerating the sexual and mental abuse of a child are just a few examples of the absolute insanity presented in this book. I am not sure how anyone found this book to be "ridiculously funny" and an "entertaining trip." I found it to be a tortuous journey into the darkness of an entire depraved family of pedophiles, quacks, and figurative Neanderthals.
I do not know how much of this book is actually non-fiction, but I sincerely hope that every vomit-inducing word of it was derived purely from the imagination of the author rather than the reality of his childhood. I would not recommend this book to my worst enemy. That being said, if this is a true story, it is the not the fault of the author that the story is so horrible. The prose is excellent, and the memoir is a very quick read. Occasionally the presentation style suggested a hint of humor, but each spark of light-heartedness is quickly doused by more terrible descriptions of something disgusting. Save yourself. Do not read this book.
People defecating the carpet, eating dogfood, analyzing their own excrement for signs from God, and tolerating the sexual and mental abuse of a child are just a few examples of the absolute insanity presented in this book. I am not sure how anyone found this book to be "ridiculously funny" and an "entertaining trip." I found it to be a tortuous journey into the darkness of an entire depraved family of pedophiles, quacks, and figurative Neanderthals.
I do not know how much of this book is actually non-fiction, but I sincerely hope that every vomit-inducing word of it was derived purely from the imagination of the author rather than the reality of his childhood. I would not recommend this book to my worst enemy. That being said, if this is a true story, it is the not the fault of the author that the story is so horrible. The prose is excellent, and the memoir is a very quick read. Occasionally the presentation style suggested a hint of humor, but each spark of light-heartedness is quickly doused by more terrible descriptions of something disgusting. Save yourself. Do not read this book.