Somewhat one-dimensional but an addition to the literature on religious abuse.

Superheroes

In this debut memoir, the author recounts his childhood and the horrific results of his mother’s remarriage to an abuser.

After a dramatic opening framing episode, Faulkner (born in 1977) describes a fairly ordinary American childhood of birthdays, comic books, TV, movies, holidays, school, friendships, and playing superheroes with Robert, his older brother by two and a half years. His parents’ divorce was an adjustment, but not traumatic—until 1986 and the following year-plus when Faulkner’s mother married Bob. Drunk, raging, verbally abusive, and violent, Bob hit the boys until they agreed to tell social services that their father had molested them. Bob claimed their dad was possessed by the devil. He made them discard all their toys. Beatings and verbal abuse were frequent. Finally, their mother took off with Bob, leaving the boys with their aunt and uncle and warning that if they ever told the truth, Bob would kill them and their father. The boys’ new situation wasn’t much better, considering their aunt believed the boys were possessed by demons. Finally, after being threatened with state custody, Robert blurted out the truth: “Our dad never molested us.” This admission changed everything; the boys’ father regained custody and Bob disappeared with their mother. The boys were safe. Faulkner writes convincingly and movingly of the fear, confusion, and pain he and Robert suffered. That this went on for over a year without intervention is a crying shame. Using religion to abuse children is an underdiscussed topic and an important one. Including other viewpoints—his father’s, his brother’s—would have been interesting, but Faulkner seldom goes beyond his limited childhood perspective. He conveys atmosphere well, such as the slot machine–filled Reno airport: “its interior smelled like a combination of adventure and cigarette smoke.” However, the uneventful years before Bob—often described in clichéd phrases like the “tingle of magic in the air” at Christmas—feel generic and bland, and Faulkner’s flat affect can even become off-putting as when describing his parents’ sometimes callous treatment of pets.

Somewhat one-dimensional but an addition to the literature on religious abuse.

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Publisher: Dog Ear Publisher

Review Posted Online: Aug. 3, 2015

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If the authors are serious, this is a silly, distasteful book. If they are not, it’s a brilliant satire.

THE 48 LAWS OF POWER

The authors have created a sort of anti-Book of Virtues in this encyclopedic compendium of the ways and means of power.

Everyone wants power and everyone is in a constant duplicitous game to gain more power at the expense of others, according to Greene, a screenwriter and former editor at Esquire (Elffers, a book packager, designed the volume, with its attractive marginalia). We live today as courtiers once did in royal courts: we must appear civil while attempting to crush all those around us. This power game can be played well or poorly, and in these 48 laws culled from the history and wisdom of the world’s greatest power players are the rules that must be followed to win. These laws boil down to being as ruthless, selfish, manipulative, and deceitful as possible. Each law, however, gets its own chapter: “Conceal Your Intentions,” “Always Say Less Than Necessary,” “Pose as a Friend, Work as a Spy,” and so on. Each chapter is conveniently broken down into sections on what happened to those who transgressed or observed the particular law, the key elements in this law, and ways to defensively reverse this law when it’s used against you. Quotations in the margins amplify the lesson being taught. While compelling in the way an auto accident might be, the book is simply nonsense. Rules often contradict each other. We are told, for instance, to “be conspicuous at all cost,” then told to “behave like others.” More seriously, Greene never really defines “power,” and he merely asserts, rather than offers evidence for, the Hobbesian world of all against all in which he insists we live. The world may be like this at times, but often it isn’t. To ask why this is so would be a far more useful project.

If the authors are serious, this is a silly, distasteful book. If they are not, it’s a brilliant satire.

Pub Date: Sept. 1, 1998

ISBN: 0-670-88146-5

Page Count: 430

Publisher: Viking

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 1998

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The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the...

NIGHT

Elie Wiesel spent his early years in a small Transylvanian town as one of four children. 

He was the only one of the family to survive what Francois Maurois, in his introduction, calls the "human holocaust" of the persecution of the Jews, which began with the restrictions, the singularization of the yellow star, the enclosure within the ghetto, and went on to the mass deportations to the ovens of Auschwitz and Buchenwald. There are unforgettable and horrifying scenes here in this spare and sombre memoir of this experience of the hanging of a child, of his first farewell with his father who leaves him an inheritance of a knife and a spoon, and of his last goodbye at Buchenwald his father's corpse is already cold let alone the long months of survival under unconscionable conditions. 

The author's youthfulness helps to assure the inevitable comparison with the Anne Frank diary although over and above the sphere of suffering shared, and in this case extended to the death march itself, there is no spiritual or emotional legacy here to offset any reader reluctance.

Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006

ISBN: 0374500010

Page Count: 120

Publisher: Hill & Wang

Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006

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