My father, his father, and his brother in the 1950s. It took me an inexcusably long time to realize how much of what I like about myself, how much of what enables the happiness or goodness I attain, I owe to him; that strange interference that can distort a daughter’s perception of her mother has its counterpart between fathers and sons, everyone knows that; but it took me by surprise nevertheless how much I’d identified and appreciated those things that came from my mother while assumin...
