One of The New York Times Magazine’s Best “Lives” Columns:
I was so young when my father died that I don’t exactly remember him, but I do dream about him, and I wish for him to return, and I seem constantly to be in some sort of uncompleted dialogue with him in my head. I was having one of those inner dialogues a number of years ago when I sat down with my wife at the Sunshine Cinema on Houston Street in New York to watch “American Splendor.”
Read on at The New York Times Magazine.