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Beautiful in a sparse way, writing about her own father in such a detached way it was like a craftsman inspecting a fine bit of wooden furniture, seeing the intricacy and completeness of it in a way that maybe wouldn't be possible if clouded by emotion. A magical thing to be able to read, a portrait of a man by someone who knows him so well, his backstory, his life, the things that made him who he is, yet portrayed in this plain and objective manner that lets you see him as honestly as if he were before your very eyes, but with his whole life right there visible in front of you as well.