The Kiss
About this book
*We meet at airports. We meet in cities where we've never been before. We meet where no one will recognize us. A "man of God" is how someone described my father to me. I don 't remember who. Not my mother. I'm young enough that I take the words to mean he has magical properties and that he is good, better than other people. With his hand under my chin, my father draws my face toward his own. He touches his lips to mine. I stiffen. I am frightened by the kiss. I know it wrong, and its wrongness is what lets me know, too, that it is a secret.*
Subjects
- 20th century
- american authors
- american novelists
- american women novelists
- authors, american
- authors, biography
- biography
- electra complex
- fathers and daughters
- incest
- incest in literature
- incest victims
- new york times reviewed
- sexual behavior
- women authors
- women, biography