A lyrical and meditative nonlinear exploration of the grief that comes from having had a complicated, abusive, difficult parent. Yoshikawa explores her father's life in a series of vignettes that span time and place, reflecting on and pondering over what may have led to her father's complexity and cruelty as a person. He was a brilliant scientist who felt slighted by the Nobel committee; he had bipolar disorder and was often physically violent toward his family: was it the illness or just his personality that led to his abuse? Yoshikawa talks to many people who knew her father in various contexts, explores her memories, and conducts research in her quest for answers.
There aren't any, ultimately; the book shows that there are many questions and that perhaps people are just complicated and complex and a product of everything they experience. In a way, this was a more satisfying conclusion to the reading experience than if it had come together tidily, for this is how life is: no easy, neat conclusions.
As a reader, I do find myself wishing the author had delved a bit more deeply into the questions around her father's cross-dressing, as that section felt more superficial and less integrated into the rest of the narrative (it also felt like that facet of her father was less integrated into the overall picture I have of him as a character/person), and I also would have loved to know more about what drew her to writing in the context of the story's themes. (For example, was storytelling and its study a way to help escape abuse, a way to make sense of it, etc.? It can often be so fascinating to know more about what draws writers to that craft.) But overall, this book, while short, went deep and made me think and feel, always my favorite impact of memoir.
(Disclaimer: the author is a colleague.)