Fun Home

Fun Home, Alison Bechdel. At this point, just from the books I've read in the last month or so, I have pretty close to the full reading list for an English class on the topic Unhappy Marriages in English and American Literature, which is strange because I'm not doing this on purpose: mostly I'm reading either things I picked up in London or what I spot on the New Arrivals shelf at my public library. Fun Home is Bechdel's graphic  (in several senses) memoir of her childhood in rural Pennsylvania with her emotionally distant parents, particularly her father, an English teacher/funeral home director who may or may not have committed suicide when the author was 20. This book is just about the best thing I've read in a long, long while. It amazed me so much I don't even think I can evaluate anymore whether or not it's objectively good. I think it's possible Bechdel tells more than she shows, but I'm so overwhelmed by the reading experience that I'm afraid I may be making that part up.