›Who Killed my Father‹ is the belated attempt by the young French writer Édouard Louis to come closer to his father. The son begins to understand his show of masculinity and temper tantrums, while on the other hand recalling him as a loving and caring father. A factory worker who suffers under the social inequity of a society leaving no room for people like him, although they keep everything running. ›You had lost the luxury of astonishment and horror, nothing was unexpected any more because you no longer had any expectations.‹ An homage to the father that gets under one’s skin. And a breathless denouncement of the prevailing politics of social maliciousness. A reckoning coming to the conclusion that matters in France and elsewhere cannot remain the way they are.