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This book chronicles the unforgettable account of one of the most severe child abuse cases in California history. It is the story of Dave Pelzer, who was brutally. A Child Called "It" tells the heartbreaking true story of the abuse Dave Pelzer suffered at the Describe the boy Dave in David Pelzer's book, A Child Called "It .". Altogether, Pelzer has sold almost a million books in this country and It is not surprising that A Child Called It was rejected by most British.

Dave told his father that she had stabbed him, but he did not do anything about it. This was when Dave stopped thinking of his father as his superhero. Soon he got a terrible fever and his wound became infected, but he fought through it and recovered, and then he decided that he was his own Superman.

His father began spending much less time at home, and his mother continued to starve him, once for ten days in a row. A new punishment arose, in which she would lock Dave in the bathroom with a bucket of Clorox and ammonia and make him breathe in the fumes.

His mother had another baby, and while she was in the hospital the boys lived with the neighbor, Shirley , who later became a close friend of their mother's.

One day, Dave's mother started to inexplicably treat Dave better, and for him, it was too good to be true—then he realized it was because a social worker was coming to his house to speak to him. He lied to her and said that everything was fine. As the years went by and nothing changed, Dave started to lose hope completely and wish that he were dead.

He did not even feel safe at school anymore, where the kids were bullying him. On another again, she stabbed him with a kitchen knife and left him to clean up the suppurating pus with dirty rags. If this is unpleasant over two paragraphs, imagine it carefully detailed over pages, and revisited in two follow-up volumes. Even though the book had been on the New York Times bestseller list for three years garishly packaged for a religiously inclined middle-American market by the same people who produce the gruesomely smug Chicken Soup For The Soul series , the consensus among British publishers was that it wouldn't work here.

There may also have been some literary snobbery. Pelzer rarely uses one word where five will do. When trying to escape his mother, rather than crawl, he 'literally crawled on my hands and knees'. But snootiness about the writing is beside the point, because actually, the books bowl along, in their horrific way, and my guess is that Pelzer - and more particularly Marsha, who began as his editor, but is now his 'wife and executive director' - know exactly what they are doing.

They are, for example, extremely adept at building tension. When little Dave has been begging for food, he walks home in dread that his mother will have found him out. Above me the skies were blue and I could feel the sun's rays warm on my back. As I approached Mother's house, I looked up towards the sun, wondering if I would ever see it again Nothing extraneous is allowed to get in the way of the steady march of the violence.

It's difficult to work out exactly where Dave comes in the family of five boys I think he is the second child. We know nothing about what his house was like or his parents' backgrounds. His father remains shadowy - heroic to Dave, but presumably deeply culpable - and it's not at all clear how his brothers reacted to his torture. The writing focuses tightly on the contest between mother and son, but, crucially, no explanation is offered for her violence.

One minute, Catherine Roerva Pelzer is too good to be true, not only taking the kids to Chinatown for a lesson in Chinese culture, but also, in a manic parody of idealised motherhood, decorating the house with paper lanterns and dressing up in a Chinese costume to serve a home-cooked Chinese meal. The next minute she's smashing his face against a mirror.

In its decontextualised void, the violence becomes effectively pornographic; thrilling and meaningless. This is child abuse as entertainment, relived in titillating detail, a schlock-fest of random brutality.

Trevor Dolby who packaged the books brilliantly for sale in the UK, as classy-looking white-covered hardbacks doesn't disagree that the violence is deracinated, but says: 'It engages with people at a very visceral level as they read it.

That's the value of it. I caught myself waiting for the next episode of violence, half in alarm, half in gagging excitement, thinking this must be what it's like to witness a public execution. This is not a state in which I want to spend a lot of time. The Pelzer phenomenon should not, however, come as any surprise. The novelist A. Kennedy recently expressed dismay at the vogue for confessional writing, and the need for writers to sell their books by revealing some tantalising detail about themselves, both of which, she claimed, are undermining the novel.

A Child Called "It" Summary

The popularity of memoirs as a form is part of what Jeffrey Rosen has described, in The Unwanted Gaze: The Destruction of Privacy in America, as the blurring of the distinction between private and public.

It's all of a piece with the popularity of Oprah and Celebrity Sleepover , with the widespread desire to be implicated in the exposure of what was formerly private, because it feels dangerous, transgressive, exciting.

Serious writers Andrea Ashworth, Jennifer Lauck have shown no compunction in writing about their abused childhoods.

Martin Amis brought his cousin Lucy into his memoir, Experience, and was attacked for using her murder by Fred and Rose West to add a frisson of sex-crime-horror.

Angela's Ashes offered up poverty as entertainment. Obviously, there are no improper subjects for literature; but brutalised childhoods written simply for shock effect are like the tabloid fascination with child sex abuse: designed at once to be erotic and grotesque, and to scandalise in a culture that has become inured to almost everything.

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It was inevitable that sooner or later someone would publish a book about being a victim of paedophiles.

Tony Thornton is the author of Nanin, a book originally written as therapy, which catalogues in terrible detail his abuse at the hands of his father at the age of six, and, when he was nine, by his uncle, who 'lent' him to other men. Nanin is unbearable to the point of being unreadable. Are we now so unshockable that we need graphic detail of abuse, including a child's erotic excitement as he is fondled, to understand and feel anything?

Thornton himself says, reasonably enough: 'If it's really disturbing to read it, imagine what it's like to live it. But the child-sex-abuse industry aside, I wonder whether the most enthusiastic readers of this book might, in fact, be paedophiles?

But those people have no morality: they're going to do what they're going to do. The book is graphic, but that was my life. I did feel excited sometimes. I feel at 48 that I can finally put it away and start life. But penises, mouths, thrusting movements: these are sexual triggers, and whether we like it or not, they are arousing. It's only conjecture, but I wonder whether by describing his childish pleasure in these things, Thornton isn't in some sense normalising abuse.

The problem with victims, of course as Princess Diana well knew is that you feel a louse attacking them. Pelzer and Thornton have already suffered unimaginably, so who are we to make matters worse? This certainly seems to have been Pelzer's response to an article in March in the Mail on Sunday, under the headline, 'Did he make 'It' all up?

One refused to comment; the fourth is writing his own account of how really bad it was, entitled You're It. Pelzer spent much of an interview in which he was challenged about this impersonating Robin Williams and Bill Clinton.

That there's people who do understand. In the article Plotz says that because Pelzer's parents are dead it is hard to question them. You can help by adding to it. January Controversy The assertions in his memoirs have led to some skeptical commentary.

He said that "Pelzer has an exquisite recall of his abuse, but almost no recall of anything that would authenticate that abuse", such as any details about his mother. One of his younger brothers, Stephen, denies that any abuse took place, and says that he thinks David was placed in foster care because "he started a fire and was caught shoplifting".

In regard to this, Dave has said that Stephen had affection towards his mother and that "he misses her terribly because she protected him". She also said she didn't believe his brother Richard was abused. It was revealed, however, that Pelzer's grandmother did not live in the same state as his brothers and family and was not in contact with them when the abuse happened.You can save a life, heart, and soul.

Eric's Goodreads review says pretty much what I would say.

A Child Called It Summary

Actually, the person I got most angry with was the father. Their friends often scoffed at me. Pelzer rarely uses one word where five will do.

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