First off, I have to say, when I picked up this book I had no idea what to expect. I think, based on the title, I was expecting this to be a thriller, and maybe a little tongue in cheek (I might just be weird here, but 'Kill Daddy' seemed a slightly 'jaunty' title - murderous, but jaunty). Once I began reading, my next feeling was OMG, this is going to be heavy going survivor fiction/memoir (although I can see the theraputic value for a survivor to set out their memoirs, and I understand the importance of bringing such experiences out into the open, I also have some reservations as to the genre because of the potentially voyeuristic nature of some readers).
The first section, set in Europe, is quite heavy going, Gerry, the protagonist is very messed up, very angry, and at the end of his tether self medicating with a whole pharmacopeia of drugs in order to deaden the pain from his upbringing; however the book changed its tone as soon as Gerry set off for Africa, and from then on I was totally hooked. His journey through Africa looking for a remote beach hideaway in which to heal himself was utterly captivating. Far from a lone paradise, he found himself becoming part of a family and a community.
Africa, and it's people were described so well that I felt I was along on the journey with Gerry - Freeman to his African friends Kib and Ote. The exhilaration of the first days of travel, finding ones feet, the risks that pay-off, the risks that don't, all smacked of an authentic travel memoir. Gerry uses travel to heal himself and to learn to trust other people once again (and accept that sometimes trust can be misplaced - there are some hair raising moments of violence in the book), his experiences help him come to terms with himself and his past. Not quite forgiving his parents (why would he), but certainly accepting that what happened to him need not shape his entire life. His existential meanderings see him philosophising on the meaning of life and how interconnected things can be. The philosophy may not necessarily be ground-breaking or particularly original, but it felt authentic and heartfelt.
The travel section of the book, which is easily the bulk of the work, does not dwell on the abuse suffered by Gerry, so it never felt like a self- indulgent, misery-fest. Gerry comes across as very troubled, but also very likable and ultimately stronger for his experiences. The people he meets, the friendships he forms and the kindness he experiences from people who materially have very little, slowly work their magic on him. Having done a bit of independent travel myself (admittedly, for totally trivial self- indulgent reasons), I can completely understand why he chose this method of therapy - it might sound like a cliché, but you really can 'find yourself' when you travel (OK, you can also totally loose yourself when you travel - perhaps that is half of its draw). I have always felt that travel has a way of putting everything in perspective, whilst also providing time and emotional space to reflect on the things that matter.
Even though there were some aspects of the story that were not fully explored, such as the dramatic event that gave the book its title, and his relationship with Becky and Sarah, I don't feel the book lost that much from the omission. After-all, this is a memoir, the author can include or omit whatever he wants; and after-all when you are a traveler, the nature of the beast is that you will leave some threads untied.
Overall if you are looking for survivor pity-porn you won't find it here. What you will find is an uplifting memoir of someone who overcame some terrible experiences and took control of his life; that, and a really enjoyable travel memoir to boot!