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Priestdaddy
by Patricia Lockwood
Patricia Lockwood is quite possibly a genius. Reading her work gives me the surprisingly lovely sensation of being reintroduced to the language that I have been reading, writing, and speaking in for over twenty years. A poet making her first go at a memoir, Lockwood's writing dances, shimmers, and confounds. She also loves a good dirty joke.
The joyous buoyancy of Lockwood's style distracts from the fragmented structure of Priestdaddy. The memoir is mostly a character study of Lockwood's father, a red neck Catholic priest who loves action movie trilogies because, duh; the Father, Son, & Holy Ghost. (You can easily picture Will Ferrel relishing a role like this in a movie adaptation.) However, a little more than halfway through Priestdaddy, the focus shifts away from Father Lockwood to flirt with coming of age vignettes and cultural musings about the Catholic Church and the Midwest. Lockwood's mind is such a fun and compelling place to spend time in that, for the most part, I barely missed a more conventional plot format.
The joyous buoyancy of Lockwood's style distracts from the fragmented structure of Priestdaddy. The memoir is mostly a character study of Lockwood's father, a red neck Catholic priest who loves action movie trilogies because, duh; the Father, Son, & Holy Ghost. (You can easily picture Will Ferrel relishing a role like this in a movie adaptation.) However, a little more than halfway through Priestdaddy, the focus shifts away from Father Lockwood to flirt with coming of age vignettes and cultural musings about the Catholic Church and the Midwest. Lockwood's mind is such a fun and compelling place to spend time in that, for the most part, I barely missed a more conventional plot format.