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Back home in Chicago, my parents grew old. I didn’t see this happening and neither did they. They were busy birdwatching, attending new plays, trying new restaurants. Our relationship had mellowed and warmed with time. But then my father, my sweet, strong, and only father—he began to die, and then he died. Words that still don’t sound true five yea... See more
Don’t Bleed on the Artwork: Notes from the Afterlife
My dad was a man of infinite varieties of bitterness, rage, distaste. In my lifelong struggle to avoid becoming him, I’d developed an inability to demonstrate much negative emotion at all.
Gillian Flynn • Gone Girl: A Novel
The moral of his story was how you never know the size of hurt that’s in people’s hearts, or what they’re liable to do about it, given the chance.
Barbara Kingsolver • Demon Copperhead: A Novel
Father knew exactly how bad we were but he loved us just the same.
Gene Wolfe • Return to the Whorl: The Final Volume of 'The Book of the Short Sun'
But in the world of satisfying stories—her preferred domain—both of Olivia’s parents are so much less than they should have been.
Richard Powers • The Overstory: A Novel
His impossible task, Felix’s trial had been to make a life in this seething home where every slice of bread was buttered with disdain.