Robison, former head of the philosophy department at the University of Massachusetts Amherst. He was raised in various towns in Massachusetts , including Shutesbury , Amherst , and Northampton. Rodolph Harvey Turcotte, whose ever-changing collection of children, adopted children and patients lived in a large ramshackle property in Northampton. A few months after Robison moved in, Turcotte allowed him to drop out of sixth grade.

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Shelves: gave-away Burroughs is dramatic. Unfortunately his drama queen antics were too overboard this time around with way too many "could have" "maybe he Sandwich this with his writing being an awkward combination of sufficiently good and cringeworthy and you have a headache on your hands. The bright! Gah, save me. It goes without saying that I think abuse of children Burroughs is dramatic. He sounded like a bitter, twisted, nasty old man - the way he supposedly treated animals shows that.

He is that wolf at the table. I say this at 31 years old with pocketfuls of unhealed bitterness of my own. Perhaps Burroughs writing this book was cathartic and part of his healing process. From your descriptions of dearest daddy it probably smelt like cheese anyway.

You know, maybe, but daddy just sat in his chair drinking himself to oblivion in a vain attempt to deal with his shitty life and scribbled notes about the price of corn instead. I kept going back for more. Part of me wanted to tell him to get over it. And himself. I think that had a lot more to do with the dramatic tone rather than his trauma.

A look from daddy, could be three pages of what Burroughs thought the look meant. Burroughs envisioned the dog having been tortured by electricity, poked with sharp implements The dog was a little nuts; it was likely it was hardly ever fed considering how neurotic and self-obsessed the entire family is.

No wonder it was acting out. The thing that I noticed, was that he nagged his dad a lot and subsequently got ignored. Over and over. He googled for missing students near where his father lived. Why would these two have even stuck together?! Yet again, I say this having similar examples in my own life.

Daddy was a boring, old, bitter man and his hatred and dissatisfaction with his life made him ill and sore and pained. But then what child wants to be petted by smelly, flaking hands anyway? The odour of death. Dark wings of Satan flapping all around that gingivitis cavern of gloom.

And death. Which kills. Or is it more to do with the fact that you are nothing without that humour for which I so loved you in the beginning. I hope your next ten, fifteen.


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