My feelings about this book run amok aplenty. It was beautiful. It was poignant. It was idol/hero worship at its finest. Who among us, as a child, does not want to idolize a parent? Given the right circumstances, certainly, this can be accomplished. I for one, did not idolize either of my parents, but still I yearned for it. Still to this day I have that yearning for this thing I will never know in my lifetime. The adoring love and attention which a parent can imbue on a child.
Lion by Sonya Walger is autofiction at its finest. I struggled a bit throughout the book to try and comprehend what might be fact, and that which is fiction. I tried to tamper down my obsessive, overthinking brain; I told it to behave so I could enjoy this book. And enjoy it I did. I marveled at the feeling of inclusion that occurred as I listened (listened to the audiobook, read by the author, highly recommend) - as if I was reading the author’s secret diary full of her deepest thoughts and feelings about this god she worshiped. The god, obviously being her father - this man that was larger than life in every sense of the word - a con-man, a swindler, a cocaine addict, a world traveller, a skydiver, a race car driver, and a husband and father many times over. Everything and then some that can be imagined in a man that you want to call father. He adored her and loved her and did the best he could despite all of his faults and personality nuances. He was in essence, a man of myth.
You would think that given everything I just stated that this story would be an easy farce to see through, but it is in fact, quite believable. Her father was not all of these things at the same time, some aspects came and went, others weren’t acquired til later in life. I think what made this book successful was the intimacy of the author’s narration style. Allow me to quote from a review I saw on NYRB’s website,
“Walger is in complete command throughout, relying on playful narrational techniques such as first-person free indirect, Cohnian autonomous monologue, and immersive memory to render both those aspects of his life that overlapped with her own and those that did not.
—D.W. White, Chicago Review of Books”
Walger told this story so purely from the viewpoint of the adoring child, but yet showed also in simplistic ways, the things her father did while he was not with her, grounding us a bit. Pulling us down out of the clouds and back to reality. Consequences of such actions that this man has taken are real. And we are shown them.
The bulk of the story is the author’s experiences spent with her father - some parts were just things that occurred to her while he was not there, propelling us forward through her life. There were bits and pieces of her mother thrown in as well, but were scarce and spread out. As I was listening, I was thinking that there should be more of her mother involved in this story, but it is not a story about the mother, and her absence makes this book stronger. I think if she would have been more included in the narrative it would have distracted us from the strength of the relationship that was on display - father and child. It would have been unnecessary noise.
And as one last quirky rumination, I got into my head that this book was a movie; I could see it all on the big screen. In my visualizations, Pedro Pascal was the narrator’s father. Oh how this caused me joy! I found this highly comical and further perpetuated my love of what I was reading/listening to. If a movie adaptation is ever made, I vote for Pedro as the father.
I really enjoyed this book so thoroughly and it is ranking up there with one of my top of 2025 to date. Definitely highly recommend to anyone that enjoys complex characters and a good balance of character with loose plot. In the end, it is the telling of one’s life story seen through the eyes of a loved one. But what a fantastical life it is.
Updated with full review 6/11/25