Goldman's Father Character Analysis

The more I flipped on, the more I knew: Morgenstern wasn't writing any children's book; he was writing a kind of satiric history of his country and the decline of the monarchy in Western civilization.

But my father only read me the action stuff, the good parts. He never bothered with the serious side at all.

I know I don't expect this to change anybody else's life the way it altered mine.

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Anyway, here's the “good parts” version. S. Morgenstern wrote it. And my father read it to me. And now I give it to you. What you do with it will be of more than passing interest to us all.

It's one of my biggest memories of my father reading. I had pneumonia, remember, but I was a little better now, and madly caught up in the book, and one thing you know when you're ten is that, no matter what, there's gonna be a happy ending. They can sweat all they want to scare you, the authors, but back of it all you know, you just have no doubt, that in the long run justice is going to win out.

“Westley dies,” my father said.

I said, “What do you mean, ‘Westley dies’? You mean dies?”

My father nodded. “Prince Humperdinck kills him.”

“He's only faking thought, right?”

My father shook his head, closed the book all the way.

“Aw shit” I said and I started to cry.

“I'm sorry,” my father said. “I'll leave you alone,” and he left.

“Who gets Humperdinck?” I screamed after him.

He stopped in the hall. “I don't understand.”

“Who kills Prince Humperdinck? At the end, somebody's got to get him. Is it Fezzik? Who?”

“Nobody kills him. He lives.”

“You mean he wins, Daddy? Jesus, what did you read me this thing for?”

The more I flipped on, the more I knew: Morgenstern wasn't writing any children's book; he was writing a kind of satiric history of his country and the decline of the monarchy in Western civilization.

But my father only read me the action stuff, the good parts. He never bothered with the serious side at all.

I know I don't expect this to change anybody else's life the way it altered mine.

[...]

Anyway, here's the “good parts” version. S. Morgenstern wrote it. And my father read it to me. And now I give it to you. What you do with it will be of more than passing interest to us all.

It's one of my biggest memories of my father reading. I had pneumonia, remember, but I was a little better now, and madly caught up in the book, and one thing you know when you're ten is that, no matter what, there's gonna be a happy ending. They can sweat all they want to scare you, the authors, but back of it all you know, you just have no doubt, that in the long run justice is going to win out.

“Westley dies,” my father said.

I said, “What do you mean, ‘Westley dies’? You mean dies?”

My father nodded. “Prince Humperdinck kills him.”

“He's only faking thought, right?”

My father shook his head, closed the book all the way.

“Aw shit” I said and I started to cry.

“I'm sorry,” my father said. “I'll leave you alone,” and he left.

“Who gets Humperdinck?” I screamed after him.

He stopped in the hall. “I don't understand.”

“Who kills Prince Humperdinck? At the end, somebody's got to get him. Is it Fezzik? Who?”

“Nobody kills him. He lives.”

“You mean he wins, Daddy? Jesus, what did you read me this thing for?”