I’ll be doing my first reading from “The Lost Night: A Daughter’s Search for the Truth of Her Father’s Murder” this Wednesday, August 3rd at 7 p.m. at A Clean Well Lighted Place for Books in San Francisco. Click here for details, or here for the full list of my readings and appearances.

–Rachel Howard


  • kelly Posted August 2, 2005 8:12 pm

    Saw your review in the NY Times.

  • Ken Wolman Posted August 3, 2005 10:18 am

    “Identify don’t compare” they tell us in 12-step programs. Right. My father wasn’t murdered, he died of a cerebral hemhorrage caused by intense vaginal stimulation with a woman to whom he was not married. He was 54. I was 10. I became my father’s son before I ever knew the true circumstances, especially the identity of the woman: a family friend. There is some degree of feeling haunted, or like living in a version of the House of Atreus where cannibalism and murder have been replaced by adultery.

    But we survive. That is the miracle: the daily miracle or reprieve, if you like, from the hash or sour mash we made of our lives, from the haunted houses we lived in. They are still there. I am still looking for a way to shape my father not simply via poetry (yes I have, and published) but no via truth of how he lived and died and what it did to his wife and son. A tall order but doable.

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