I’ve had to read the Boy Crisis much slower than almost any book. There’s just a lot to take in. It’s not just academic. I’m a man, and a dad. And there’s so much to think about. And so much that makes me so terribly sad. I’m not great at empathy, but I can connect to the feelings of these men and these boys, even though I had a very good dad. It’s so hard to be a good dad. And it’s so hard to be a good son.
I have to agree so much with the author that it isn’t things going wrong that begs for explanation, it’s how anything ever goes right. And what a terrible situation we’ve gotten ourselves into. We think we’re so smart and so creative that we can trick our way round reality and never pay the bill. How can we ever set it straight again, unless we build up so much pain and loss that we can’t keep things together any longer? And how much longer can we hide what we’ve done, through one means or another? In prisons, behind tidy explanations and denials, with medications and counseling, with payoffs and payouts, with pills and restrictions and propaganda. What made us think we could cheat the human soul?
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