i'd kinda like to read the book the dead father again. maybe i don't need to but it would be interesting to see how it correlates to memory. partly i think of it because my step-mother is here in town and so i think of my dead father all these years on, and i think of what a step-mother becomes when the father's dead. surely she is something else now. someone. plus i think about how in the book the dead fathers were still giants in the landscape and i remember it as a fantasy of the self in a land of giants personal and impersonal forces who were fathers but had been rendered inert by death and become part of the landscape they formerly controlled, and still do in the afterlife, in the story landscape, including us kids.