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I couldn't really get a sense of who her family was in this book, I feel like the author kind of jumped all over. I was expecting her to really dive into her family dynamic and maybe talk about things from her life having a priest as a father, instead it's as if she barely skimmed the surface of deep subjects and immediately changed course. All I really know about her father is that he walks around the house in boxers and likes to play the guitar. I didn't find any of the characters endearing or very interesting.
I knew Patricia Lockwood from Twitter, like most people, and so I was excited to see her offbeat humor in this new memoir. I found parts of it to seem like she was truly revealing a deep part of her history. Other times, not as much. I didn't find myself as immersed in the characters as I wanted to be. I wanted to feel as though I was in the same room as this family, just as uncomfortable or stressed out by whatever Patricia's father was doing.
However, Patricia's prose is simply unparalleled. She's the type of writer who does it so effortlessly that you become inspired while reading and think, "I could do this...right?" She makes it look easy, as if every Midwestern Catholic could pen a whole book on their family. I wanted to sit down and start my own writing, because how hard could it be? Not many authors have this type of smoothness to their talent.
It does read like a long book of poetry with narrative sprinkled in, rather than a flowing narrative of a typical novel. If that doesn't interest you, then this book might not be for you. But I found it challenging and inspiring to finish.
Priestdaddy was my first book that I ordered since joining Book of the Month club. I got the book because I liked the title, but I should've gotten another book instead of this one. I started this book hoping it would be good because of what good reviews the book had, but honestly I couldn't get into this book, I stopped reading Priestdaddy and started reading The Possessions much better book.
Ok...I'm not usually one to choose memoirs. I usually choose sci-fi, so I almost picked "The Love Interest." I picked this book because I'm Catholic, and I wanted to 1) know what it was like to be the daughter of a married priest and 2) get her outside perspective of the Catholic Church (I knew before reading that she was no longer Catholic).
The first half of the book had me rolling on the floor laughing. "The Cum Queens of Hyatt Place" was by far my favorite chapter. I reread it twice just because I found it so hilarious. The Rape Joke chapter shocked me-I went and read her poem on the internet and it is brilliant; but the second half of the book (except for the last two chapters) were flat for me. I found myself skimming paragraphs.
I felt that I achieved my first purpose for choosing this book. This book really humanized priests, which I loved. I was confused about her perspective on the Catholic Church, though. It almost seemed like she has an unhealthy parent-child relationship with the Church. She seemed really angry at it for some reason. For example, she seemed to find it funny tormenting the poor seminarian. Other times she seemed to have such a respect for the Church that I was surprised she wasn't Catholic anymore. The way she talked about the Eucharist in the final chapter made me want to write down her words and use it as a Bible bookmark. I just wasn't quite sure how she felt about religion at the end of it, even though it was such a big theme of the memoir. Any thoughts?
I typically love memoirs but did not enjoy this book. I couldn't get into it. I finished but didn't look forward to reading it, chapter to chapter, or "devour" it like I do books I enjoy. She is very eloquent with words so I can tell she is probably great with her poetry. I laughed once. I found myself rereading paragraphs because it just did not hold my interest.