A Wolf at the Table

Augusten Burroughs is absolutely without a doubt one of my most favorite authors. His books are so full of emotion and dept, incredible energy, spot on imagery, and a pinch of humor in all the right places. A Wolf at the Table is all of those things and much much more.

In Running with Scissors we only get a small glimpse into Augusten's early childhood. Well this time around we get a much clearer view, and more specifically a look into the relationship he carries on with his father into his adult life. An innocent child craving the attentions of a distance and plausibly sociopathic father.

Every page is highly emotional, and the end of each chapter leaves you longing to start the next. Whether you're chuckling at the precious precociousness of a young Augusten's imagination, or seething with anger towards both of this innocent boys parents you will love the intensity of the story. An easy read at 242 pages makes this book a must have/rent/borrow from a friend AND you get a special sneak peek at Burroughs' next book: You Better Not Cry, a collection of Christmas stories. Wicked.

Other books by this author include:

Running with Scissors
Dry
Magical Thinking
Sell-e-vision
Possible Side Effects

Impact

A string of completely unrelated images that have somehow created in my mind some kind of reaction that is loosely associated with beauty.

*Owls, body paint, fans, the color green.

Makes me think of a room with white washed walls that is not particularly large but drenched in early afternoon sunlight. A cool breeze causes the lacy white curtains to billow away from the large open windows while you lay in the middle of the wooden floor reading a book or writing in your journal, the hazy transparent steam from a cup of rosehip tea curling lazily skyward.

*Burnt orange fluff, big black eyes, fuzzy antenna.

Makes me think about how strange nature can be. Who would have thought that a moth of all things could have such an adorable face? If moths were giant insects would people domesticate them and keep them as pets like a dog or a hamster? Imagine for a moment taking your pet moth for a walk on a leash. Or would you call it a fly?

*Computer components, white eye-lashes, the color pink.

Makes me think of a sterile experimentation room complete with clean white tiled walls and stainless steel surgical tools. The technology of tomorrow integrating itself into our everyday without us even realizing. To think that the future is bestowed first upon our earthly animal counterparts before it even touches human flesh. Are we becoming more machine than man?


*Clean white porcelain, the deeply visceral reaction to seeing blood.

Makes me think about how much a little blood can changed the meaning of something so completely. A precious porcelain tea set drenched in morbid blood splatter suddenly makes even the most ordinary of scenes dark and exciting.

*The prowling of a skeletal mechanical feline, the loud clacking of an old typewriter.

Makes me think about the acts of destruction and creativity. We are capable of so much good and so many varying degrees of evil but perhaps we should look at it in terms of positive and negative. In this case an outdated typewriter is destroyed so that an incredible work of art can be created from its discarded components.

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