Richard Farrell, a documentarian and author who grew up in Lowell, Mass., recounts the last time he saw his father in this story for the L.A. Times.
It’s a gripping piece from the first sentence: “I killed my dad.” What follows is a detailed account of Farrell’s convoluted relationship with his father, both loving and abusive.
I am currently reading an early copy of his memoir, “What’s Left Of Us.” He uses the same sort of gritty writing in his book, which is equally jaw dropping.
I would definitely recommend it.
