A Happy Family
A memoir by someone who actually likes his family? As Carolyn See points out in The Washington Post, this is so rare that it’s “…close to miraculous. If a person wants to write about his youth and his parents, it’s usually because he has scores to settle.” which is just one of the reasons why she calls Growing Up Jung by Micah ToubĀ “… a gem.” The book’s title refers to the fact that his parents, both Jungian therapists, applied their work to child rearing.
See gives it the ultimate compliment, “I hated to see this book end. I loved every person in it, from the wistful dad with his ‘fluffy-edged’ voice, to Toub’s kind and darling mom, his tolerant and loving ex-wife, even that volcanic teenaged sister…”
Give this to anyone in need of an Augusten Burroughs’ antidote.
By the way, Burroughs’ mother, Margaret Robison, will tell her own side of that story in The Long Journey Home, Spiegel & Grau (March 1, 2011).
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