I have only a few chapters still to read in Sharon’s new book. It is an honest and difficult, and important story. Some parts of the story are hauntingly familiar, some parts of the story are hauntingly not familiar at all.
Sharon Doubiago is one of my writing mentors. She has strong connections to Minnesota/Minnesota writers, although this story is located in California where she grew up as a girl.
Sherry Quan Lee
Wild Ocean Press Announces the release of Sharon Doubiago’s Memoir My Father’s Love: Portrait of the Poet as a Young Girl
In this first volume of her two-volume memoir, prize-winning poet Sharon Doubiago writes an extraordinary story of growing up in the 1940s and 50s in South Central LA and the desert mountain town of Ramona in San Diego County. My Father’s Love addresses the current controversies of memory and memoir and sets new standards for the genre by adhering to historical records, letters, diaries, interviews, and a drive to know the unfabricated truth, while weaving these, in stunning language and imagery, with remembering and reliving. This book attempts to understand her family rooted deep in the history of America, in both its Southern aristocracy and its victims. It looks at the world through the eyes of a child who knows what love is, a girl labeled beautiful, a victim of rape, incest and psychological terrorism, depicting the genesis of an American epic poet. It will change your perspective of the world forever.
To order, go to: http://www.wildoceanpress.com/
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I found My Father’s Love deeply disturbing, partly, of course, because of the story and the father’s behavior toward his daughters. The other part was the strength of form in whihc the story was told with Sharon’s imagess tumbling and the fragmentation decipting her mental state.
I think it’s a ground-breaking book of subject and form.
If Lolita from a male point of view is so heralded, why isn’t My Father’s Love. Don’t tell me it’s because the
object is a woman and not a man’s fantacy.
Janell Moon