David Small grew up in a household where, as he initially thinks, everyone has their own language. His mother sighs and slams cupboards. His older brother pounds a drum. And his father uses a punching bag.
That violence is indicative of a horrid series of abuse inflicted on David from a young age. Told in almost unbearable detail in STITCHES, the terror he faces on an almost daily basis grows year to year. Even his grandmother wastes no love on the boy. She’s a sad figure who mixes religion and faith with a harshness that frightens young David, and, in turn, frightens us. That people this cruel exist is hardly a surprise. That they have such a profound and linge