Home Is Burning: A Memoir by Dan Marshall
For those who grew up in Holladay as a non-Mormon, this tale of coming of age in Utah in the '80s, which is intertwined with the painful reality of coping with the death of a parent, will resonate in ways that might make you flinch or cry but will also make you laugh. Uproariously. Dan grew up with a pack of siblings in a sprawling house in Holladay set squarely in the center of a heavily Mormon neighborhood. His father was a prominent newspaper figure and was not Mormon. Nor was Dan’s mother. She was, however, fierce, to put it mildly. Her stratagem for coping with disapproving neighbors? Open all the windows and drop among many other expletives, the f-bomb—at the top of her voice. Her big boisterous family gleefully followed her example. When the book opens Dan, who is in LA working in PR, learns that his beloved father has ALS and that his mother is again battling recurrent cancer. Dan goes home, and the ensuing tale of fart jokes, profanity and death, laced with hilarity and howling pain, is raw, honest and profound. Had Dan never moved away, the anger which is part of growing up as an outsider here might have dissipated at least in part. Salt Lake has changed as we all know. But he left and his memories evoke a time that may have passed but which we all remember. His mixing of those cultural memories with family pain and family hostility and family love hits home. Ouch. – Betsy Burton