I confess to never having heard of Patricia Lockwood, but as I'm not really a fan of poetry, that's hardly surprising. So, you might ask, why on earth would I choose to read this book? The blurb about this book was enough to draw me in; who could resist reading about someone dubbed as "The Smutty-Metaphor Queen.........." So began a riotous journey into Lockwood's unconventional upbringing...
This memoir begins with Lockwood's return to her parents' home; she is in her 30's and has been married to Jason for several years. They had met on the internet at a time when this sort of thing was in its infancy. Her mother declares the internet dangerous and to be avoided; and her father – Priestdaddy – a most unusual character, given to wearing transparent next-to-nothings and carrying a gun, uttering wild pronouncements and defying his wife at every opportunity.
Lockwood's book is so many things: laugh-out-loud, eyebrow-raising, poignant, but never brash or shocking. It really is beautifully written, easy to pick up and put down, but, more importantly, to pick up again; it's absorbing, interesting and says so much in a quiet way.
I am now prompted to look further into the author's poetry, which can be no bad thing.