When Andrew Offutt died at age 78, he owned almost a ton of pornographic texts he had written- much of it published, some of if not. His son Chris archived and boxed it, as he promised he would. My Father, The Pornographer is Chris's remembrance of his driven, angry, and volatile father, and his father's semi-secret life as a paperback pornography writing machine. Difficult and painful, this story is saved and made engrossing by the talent and honesty of Chris Offutt, and his obvious love for a father who knew pornography but didn't seem to understand what love was, or how to give it back.