"The patchwork construction of this book is like a time worn quilt; a
faded tapestry, reminding you of ages past. Memories run together, so
emphatic they obscure a diamond’s refl ection, clouding what is really
true. Having worn edges and faded colored threads, the truth of these
tales seems to disappear from the fabric of reality. The histories are all
basically true, but at times are prone to whims of fi ction and the fancies
of exaggeration. They are told by Christopher Sergeant, a consummate
liar, about his family and his travails fi nally fi nding the courage to
accept his sexuality. “Forty Years in the Closet,” along with the stories
in the section titled, “Illness and Healing,” follow Chris tripping along
life’s road, kicking and screaming. The narrative is often amusing, yet
poignant. It may be inspirational to know that Chris perseveres, amidst
all the gory wit and sarcasm, surviving the Sergeant family saga."
faded tapestry, reminding you of ages past. Memories run together, so
emphatic they obscure a diamond’s refl ection, clouding what is really
true. Having worn edges and faded colored threads, the truth of these
tales seems to disappear from the fabric of reality. The histories are all
basically true, but at times are prone to whims of fi ction and the fancies
of exaggeration. They are told by Christopher Sergeant, a consummate
liar, about his family and his travails fi nally fi nding the courage to
accept his sexuality. “Forty Years in the Closet,” along with the stories
in the section titled, “Illness and Healing,” follow Chris tripping along
life’s road, kicking and screaming. The narrative is often amusing, yet
poignant. It may be inspirational to know that Chris perseveres, amidst
all the gory wit and sarcasm, surviving the Sergeant family saga."
