you found it!
how's your dad?
he and i shared a thesis advisor at stanford. did you know that?
i was dating your mom back then, did you know that?
i can drive if you like.
well, i'll let you pay your half if you'll slow down.
that's a charming philosophy.
come back with me tonight.
come on, i've been trying to get you up here all year.
is jim still writing?
i'd love to see him tell a linear story for a change. jim never wanted to make it easy for the reader, did he. the nicest man i've ever met, but he can't play the game.
i didn't ask you to do that. the guy's pointing at us.
i'm very interested in your story "middle children."
the father is a loathsome character yet we also feel a strange sympathy for him.
there's this sexualized push-pull with daphne which i find --
you make his only recourse to abandon his family, including his beloved daughter.
i write historical fiction so i don't have to answer to this, but i wonder for someone who writes so nakedly about family, how autobiographical is this portrait?
but i'm interested in how the father could be in fact a portrait of you. margot stares, dumbstruck.
fucking sleazebag!
i don't ever want to see you again.