Among themes that resonate with readers of fiction and non-fiction alike, the longing-for-home, and the realization of a parent's failable humanity are some of the most powerful. Clough's coming-of-age memoir grapples with both. The journey carries the reader along with the family as her father's financial decisions and fundimentalist religious philosophies steer them into challenge and peril instead of the safety he promises. At each point, young Cherilyn must wrestle the weight of her own dreams against the fears and cautions her parents weld as truth, and with which they decide the life-course of the family.
Within the construct of personal memoir, Clough's account of her relationship with her father describes a bond that echoes in some of our favorite works of fiction. The traditions, games, and genuine moments of tenderness reveal a generous narrative, and one that can be trusted as the more difficult facets of his character surface in the retelling. This process reveals a man pulled and conflicted by attachment to his family, a dark and demanding religious framework, and an unexamined, unregulated ego that makes consistent love or reliability a credible challenge. The reader is treated fairly by this narrative angle, which allows a more kindly view of the father's persona than circumstances would sometimes seem to allow, and which allows the abuse and collateral damage of his beliefs and behavior to stand apparent, even when the child narrator is still conflicted. It's this exact childlike charity that gives this memoir its heart-breaking credibility. In the foreground of these dynamics, Clough also frankly reveals both the personal inner strengths possessed even by young children, which helped her survive, and the collateral damage such a childhood inflicts.
Other aspects well-described and worth the reading in this account include the many ways in which the different members of a family respond and change around a charismatic but unreliable authoritarian leader. For instance, the mother's place within the dynamic is similarly unearthed as young Cheri becomes aware of her mother's history and those events which have left her mother prone to surrender her power and leadership as a parent and partner. Clough always shows, rather than concluding for her reader, the ways in which her family circumstances spark awareness, denial, joy and sadness, depression, acceptance and rebellion in herself, her parents, and her siblings. The description is fair and consistent with the pondering of a child, and as such is revealing and honest. Just as young Cheri compares and silently measures her family members and living conditions with what she begins to see and learn from people outside her family-of-origin, so the reader is equipped with tools for their own introspection. In a way helpful to those struggling to know how to recognize and help at-risk families, the frank treatment of Clough's memoir reveals the signals and also the inner dynamics that must be considered.
For the context and enjoyment of the reading, and as a touchpoint as readers process a troubling family dynamic, Clough provides compelling descriptions of place and region, of simple joys, and of the shelter of help and love offered by grandparents, friends and neighbors who reached out to the need they observed. I was more than once reminded of the Rev (Mr) Fred Rogers' recollection of his own mother telling him to "look for the helpers" in times of disaster. As frank as Clough is in her witness, it is ultimately redeemed from hopelessness by the many who braved interceding on behalf of Clough and her siblings. Truthful as always, the results of help are a sifting, however, and Clough unrolls a tapestry of survival, not a rose-tinted triumph, and it is finally this fidelity to what we all experience in the mixed bag of our own family dynamics that lends Clough's account its impact.
For readers who've appreciated the introspection of Educated, Clough adds another voice for those listening and trying to understand the way in which extremist beliefs are lived out in family life. This record of experience honors both the advantages and risks of our necessary religious freedoms, and gives insight into what we face as we strive both to help families and respect personal faith within those families. Clough's memoir will remind us all of how we are aggravatingly both the same and different, and renders a tender but unsparingly honest insight into the challenges of family and faith.
Review by- Shelley Weaver