'My Story' by Dave Pelzer, particularly the first third of the book, is one hell of a harrowing read. It's three books that have been compiled into one volume: 'A Child Called It', 'The Lost Boy', and 'A Man Named Dave'; an apparently true account of a man's experience of extreme child abuse at the hands of his sadistic, psychotic alcoholic mother, who overcomes his experiences of trauma against all odds.
'A Child Called It', the first book in the series, is stomach churning and absolutely horrific. The second book, 'The Lost Boy', focuses on Pelzer's experiences in foster homes, juvenile delinquency and a hugely maladaptive need for acceptance. The last book, 'A Man Named Dave', is about the man that Pelzer has become and how he triumphed over his experiences of abhorrent, sickening cruelty and abuse.
I'm a very strong advocate of believing the victim. We live in a society where victim blaming and skepticism of a victim's experiences are far more pervasive and normalised than actually believing the victim themselves. I don't doubt that Pelzer was abused. However… by the time I was finished the final book in the trilogy, 'A Man Named Dave', I couldn't help wondering how much Pelzer had embellished his recounts of his abuse. I feel like such an asshole saying that, but a few things jumped out at me that didn't add up. One such thing being Pelzer's claim in 'A Child Called It' that his mother stabbed him in the stomach - which changed in 'A Man Named Dave' to her having stabbed him in the heart. Another being his claim that he was removed from his mother's house at age 12 due to being pushed down the stairs, resulting in another culmination of injuries - a claim which in 'A Man Named Dave' changed to him being removed from his mother's house due to having burned skin on his arms from putting them in a bucket of ammonia and bleach (a claim which wasn't mentioned in the first two books, but was mentioned in the third; strange, considering the lengths to which he recounts all of his abuse with crystal clear detail).
I couldn't help getting a sense that the latter two books, the final in the trilogy in particular, are laced with exaggerations. The last in the series, 'A Man Named Dave', is imbued with very melodramatic, almost soap operatic dialogue, full of cliches and platitudes that come across as self-aggrandising and ostentatious. Furthermore, I couldn't help being skeptical of the almost parodic villainy with which Pelzer painted his mother. On the one hand, I understand it entirely: he is providing the reader insight into how he feared his mother; how he viewed his ogre of a mother through child eyes that he was never able to shake even into adulthood. On the other hand, descriptions such as "Mother's ice-cold, evil eyes locked onto mine as her face came into full view... I caught a whiff of her putrid body odor… her yellow teeth and putrid, steamy breath" along with little to no insight into his mother beyond her cruelty painted her into something of a caricature villain that bordered on unbelievable.
I did, however, find Pelzer's recount of his time in the foster system very interesting to read. Facts embellished or not, it gave me quite a lot of insight into what foster children experience that I hadn't considered before. I also found moments of Pelzer's self-examination of his behaviours and thoughts as maladaptive manifestations of his abuse quite insightful and fascinating.
Like I said, I don't doubt that Pelzer was abused. I don't doubt that what he experienced was utterly horrific and heart-rendering. I hate being that asshole that is skeptical of another person's recount of their abuse but there's something highly voyeuristic about the way in which these three books are written that make me a little leery. The detail he goes into with his abuse is shocking; it borders on reading like torture porn, some instances drawn out with dramatic tension and effect over numerous pages, focusing far more on the details of the abuse itself rather than examining the emotional and psychological implications. The details of his abuse are repeated again, and again, and again, sometimes with strange inconsistencies, sometimes with added details that weren't there the previous time he recounted it, which, I feel like an asshole for saying, inevitably led me to question the validity of some of his claims. It's hard not to wonder why he goes to such voyeuristic measures to detail his abuse - is it to demonstrate the horrific brutality of his experiences, to really hammer it home and to get his story out there because it's a story that deserves to be told; or is it because he knows people are infected with morbid curiosity and thus he embellished the details somewhat for the purpose of book sales? Both, perhaps? Who knows.
Perhaps, however, the lack of emotional and psychological examination of what he endured could be put down to Pelzer not being an overly strong writer; or perhaps Pelzer was emotionally distancing himself from his experiences while writing the accounts of his abuse, and it thus came through in his writing. I can also see the potential point to him repeating those details over and over: to give a sense that what he endured is endlessly cycling through his mind, regardless how much he has strived to move on from the past. That is, after all, how PTSD manifests. These books could also be his way of regaining agency over his experiences and his life. I can't fault him for that, if that's the case.
All that said, I do appreciate what Pelzer is doing: giving insight into abuse, the foster care system, and how unshakeable the human spirit can be. I do think 'A Child Called It' and 'The Lost Boy' ('A Man Named Dave', less so) are useful tools in opening up dialogue about domestic violence and child abuse. For that, I have to say that I support 'My Story'. More importantly, if Pelzer's books has helped others caught in cycles of abuse to break free and speak up, then I support his endeavour, in spite of possible embellishments, because that is ultimately what matters.