. . . ever since I can remember, my father was often absent. . . I wanted him to look after me, and to play with me. But those opportunities almost never came. . . In this way, ever since I can remember, at the same time as enjoying them, I have been watching Hayao Miyazaki's works to understand my father. For me, Hayao Miyazaki gets zero marks as a father but full marks as a director of animated films.
This is the man who created My Neighbor Totoro? How is this possible?
But then I think of Christopher Milne, son of A. A. Milne, the creator of Winnie-the-Pooh, who wrote in his biography that he felt he was a "part time hobby" of his parents, that his father bought him stuffed animals so that they could provide writing material, and that he resented his father's work.
And then I hear that William Mayne, much celebrated children's author, was convicted in 2004 of sexual assualt of young girls.
This is a very depressing world at times. Is nothing sacred?