The Sleeping Father

I think the reason it’s so good is that it’s human. It isn’t a fantasy world; it’s the real world with real characters. It’s life, plain but not so simple. It’s an exaggeration, sure, but a minor one, a legitimate ‘what-if’ it could happen, and if it did, you would go to shit. It’s intense and heartbreaking to see life so cynically reflected in literature. The irony is reflected in the ‘mark I use for it “I am reading this book because I don’t want to think about my life” because that is just what it does, make you think about life. Make you question the reasons for your very existence make you wonder how you would cope, how you would handle it. The inner wit is encapsulated in the cover; a front page of simple font, a slight emphasis on the title, standing out from the rest, the core of the story on the back “Chris Shwartz’s father is in a coma, It’s serious, In a funny kind of way” simultaneously telling you all and nothing about the beauty of the text within. I’ve never before been this encapsulated by this simple yet moving story. Which is why you should read, The Sleeping Father by Matthew Sharpe.
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