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HOW NOT TO RAISE YOUR CHILD
on July 16, 2016
Not sure how this became a New York Times best seller, but it does have its moments of brilliant humour from the depths of childhood neglect. That Augusten Burroughs survived his mothers care, and having been passed on to that of her eccentric shrink is kind of a miracle. At times shocking, repellant, horrific, the authors childhood and his attitude towards his situation is compelling. However, one problem with this book, which is probably a form of therapy for him, is that there is no progress, no revelation, no healing. Half way into the book, the reader realizes that this list of abuse and bizarre people is just going to go on and on without let up. No escape, no maturity, no blame, and no analysis. It is as though he is trying to shock us with yet something more bizarre, such as the holy turds his doctor/guardian interrupts for meaning each day.
Mr Burroughs is alive and apparently well. Somewhere he attained the strength and character to get past an upbringing that would have institutionalized most people for life. I salute his achievement.