Harrison’s parents were teenagers when they married, and she was less than a year old when they divorced, a breakup encouraged by her high-handed maternal grandparents, who, after her selfish and unloving mother moved out, ended up raising her. Controversial even before its publication, this exquisitely written and emotionally wrenching account of her love affair with her father is an act of astounding courage, integrity, and catharsis. “Harrison’s novels, including Exposure (1993) and Poison (1995), are rooted in a deep and abiding sorrow, and now readers learn its source. Exquisitely and hypnotically written, “The Kiss” reveals a shocking truth, a story both of taboo and of family complicity in breaking taboo. In this extraordinary memoir, Harrison transforms into a work of art the darkest passage imaginable in a young woman’s life–an obsessive love affair between father and daughter that began when Harrison was 20 years old. I know it wrong, and its wrongness is what lets me know, too, that it is a secret. With his hand under my chin, my father draws my face toward his own. I’m young enough that I take the words to mean he has magical properties and that he is good, better than other people. We meet where no one will recognize us.Ī “man of God” is how someone described my father to me.
We meet in cities where we’ve never been before.
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