This is a memoir of the author's complicated childhood with her closeted gay father who may or may not have intentionally jumped in front of a bread truck when she was nineteen.
Bechdel relates the gaps between her father's public and private lives and how his secrets affected her and her family over the years. Despite his many affairs (some possibly with minors) and lifelong obsessions (art, architecture, gardening, literature) that seemed to take priority over emotionally connecting with his wife and children, he was still her father, and losing him shortly after coming out, herself, has left a hole in her life.
This cuttingly honest and thoughtful analysis of an imperfect life through the author's memories made me cry when I got to the last page.
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