Not since V.C Andrews has anything delved so dark and deep into the evils buried behind the gates of the supreme Americana dream. Only this tale has a more disturbing twist that not even V.C could have dared explore. The notion that the ones that are meant and demanded to be protected within the family are actually the ones that the family needs protected from!
A dark domestic melodrama/satire about the ties
that bind, and the ties that really bind.
The Johnsons are a picture-perfect, well-to-do, upper-middle class family whose reputation could not be better among their friends and neighbors. Sidney, the father, is an established poet and all-around nice guy. Joan, the mother, is a dutiful housewife and an excellent thrower of Sunday brunch parties. Isaiah, the son, has just gotten married and is one charismatic go-getter of a young man. Oh, and one other thing: the son has been molesting the father for the past seventeen years. And what's worse, Sidney has written a memoir, chronicling in great detail the ins-and-outs of what is an unseemly father-son relationship. Will the manuscript see the light of day, or will Isaiah have a thing or two to say about it?