| Summary |
Things may have been good for a while, but it didn't last, they argued fiercely and he left. Weeks later, she tracked him down and said she was pregnant. So he moved back in with her and they prepared themselves for parenthood. Eleven months later I was born. By the time my father discovered the deception, it was too late. There is something chastening about this mode of conception, about knowing that by most standards, your beginning was aberrant. In this arresting memoir, Shannon Burns recalls a childhood spent bouncing between dysfunctional homes in impoverished suburbs, between families unwilling or unable to care for him. Aged nine, he beats his head against the pillow to get himself to sleep. Aged ten, he knows his mother will never be able to look after him, he is alone and can trust no-one. Five years later, he is working in a recycling centre, hard labour, poorly paid - yet reading offers hope. He begins reciting lines from Dante, Keats, Whitman, speeches by Martin Luther King, while sifting through the filthy cans and bottles. An affair with the mother of a school-friend eventually offers a way out, a path to a life utterly unlike the one he was born into. With its clarity of purpose and vividness of expression, "Childhood" is a powerful act of remembering that is destined to be a classic. |
