[link|http://www.centerforbookculture.org/dalkey/backlist/wylie.html| Generation of Vipers] by Philip Wylie and especially [link|http://www.library.csi.cuny.edu/dept/history/lavender/momism.html| the chapter on momism] addresses the myth that "there can't be a really fucked-up 'mom'".. not in Murica. [Twenty printings! by 1955; first pub. in 1942 - so "Morning in America" wasn't the only view of our inernal mythos, just the Popular view.]

(I recall a guy in a store in Lewiston ID, my summer after HS - suggesting I read some Wylie; I regret I didn't get a round tuit, immediately. Would have prepared me for lots..)

Condolences.. You aren't alone, though I think I'd rather not know how large a group that is. Such tales remind me to be grateful anew, for many unusual qualities of my own - perceived -natch- too often {sigh} long after an event. We are all ungrateful wretches; still, it can't be other than horrifying to find out that there was little reason to feel such gratitude :(

I hope though.. that after the realization - it's a bit like having a terrific burden er vaporized, or is that vapourised? :-)

Carry on.



You're fine; how am I?
(Two shrinks meet on the street..)

Edit: er {cackle} -- one review at Amazon
Decades B4 Politically Incorrect, May 14, 2001 * * * * * Reviewer: edallas (see more about me) from APO, AE United States

I first read this book in eighth grade, stealing it off my father's bookshelf next to the "photography" books. In 1963, this book was 21 years old and still way ahead of its time and simultaneously dated. A great way to learn perspective and curmudgeondry from a logorrheic genius. I keep it low on the shelves, but my 21st century progeny haven't developed the wit to find it. They're too glued to the Nintendo. Oh generation of slugs!