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No, Incest is not a symbolic title. Anais Nin really does do it with daddy � repeatedly � and shares it all with you, dear reader, in her 1932-34 volume of her unexpurgated diary. Since it's Nin, there are other salacious exploits with other people, but her � ahem � unusual experiences with the father who left when she was a girl are the most likely to stay with the reader, for good or ill. Needless to say, Nin went through some analysis during this time. Staying sort of objective is a requirement with this volume, otherwise your disgust/discomfort might not allow you to go on. Nin's amazing thoughts and vivid writing are worth it, though. For the record, not as good as Henry and June, but I give it the same star rating.