A tortured, philosophical reflection ... Often difficult to read ... Though it may seem taboo-busting to acknowledge disgust for your parents and relief at their death...it is also done with a cold detachment and lack of empathy, especially for Haddon’s mother, that contrasts starkly with the capacious emotional space he finds in great literature ... Often feels like ongoing therapeutic analysis, which may be good for the author, but might leave the reader asking, as with so much memoir, what’s in it for them.
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