Review: Priestdaddy by Patricia Lockwood

Booker Prize nominated author Patricia Lockwood had a very unusual childhood. So much so that she has written an impressive, darkly comic memoir about what it was really like to grow up in a household where her father was a gun-toting, guitar playing Roman Catholic priest. Children of Catholic priests are few and far between in the United States where Lockwood grew up--in fact her father who was already married with children when he converted to Catholicism due to a special, and still very new at the time, exception by the Catholic church that allowed Anglican priests or in Lockwood's case, Lutheran ministers, to become priests on conversion. Provided, of course, that the entire family passed a number of tests. Anyway, Lockwood was inspired to write the memoir when she and her husband returned to the family home after being away for twelve years.

As is characteristic of Patricia Lockwood's writing style, Priestdaddy is written in short paragraphs and snippets that often feel disjointed, and a little haphazard. The comedy is quite black as she details how the family would move around the USA, often placed in churches that had been rocked by scandal, or in communities that were nuclear wastelands. Mostly, however, it details just how eccentric the family is. Many of the events detailed nearly defy belief, such as the author detailing how she planned to leave the family home with a man she met from the internet and how her father, dressed only in his underwear spoke to the author's newfound partner (who proposed to her that day) as he polished his guns. Then there is the heartbreaking way on how she missed out on a university education, the strange way her parents handled the news when they learned their daughter had been raped and ... suffice to say this book is not detailing the exploits of a typical family. After a while, the episodic dark comedy became a little frustrating and I found myself wishing it would detail a little more of her father's job and the direct impact it had on the author and her family.  

Overall, the memoir is entertaining enough, but not really the book that I was looking for. 

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