Dead Assholes
The complexity of the story of Fun Home makes it relateable to many people who might not have the same experiences, but it also makes it extremely sad. Alison seems to be grasping at straws to understand her father better. It's true that people are complex and multifaceted and imperfect, and it's also true that she seems at least a little bit aware of her biases (e.g. calling herself out on lack of outrage with father's underage sexual relations). However, the entire structure of the book reveals her to be extremely lost. She tries to explain her father's death as a suicide in a convoluted attempt at connection. This example itself is sad to me, because it references a lifetime of neglect and apathy, yet the author meets it with hope and delusional trust. I see this with my close relationships as well. I think it's natural and loyal to try to have more grace and faith in those who matter to you even if some of their actions are surprising and questionable. That said...