A letter from Family Wakes Us Up, my new book with Michael Stone. There’s only one week left in our crowdfunding campaign to support its completion […]
Jacob is exploring a new kind of space, and it’s different from the space of revealing his fascinations in dialogue with his parents. He’s entranced, listening to his own impressions and perhaps fantasies, slowly progressing towards an internal verbal tapestry that no other person will ever fully hear.
So there's a big stinking pile of Trying to Figure Ford Out: such is our obsession with train wrecks -- and abusers. Who is he? What will he do next? Where is his shame? How low will he go? But the darker story is subjective. What are we going through as we watch him?