Just when you thought Augusten Burroughs couldn't further skewer his family (surrogate or otherwise), along comes A Wolf at the Table, perhaps the bleakest impaling since Christina Crawford's Mommie Dearest. But whereas daughter Christina put the knife to mother Joan, son Augusten twists it into the back of dear ol' dad — or as he so unaffectionately mispronounces it, "dead." No, these reminiscings aren't as merrily melancholic as his infamous Scissors, but it's a run all the same, one that haunted a sensitive and deeply imaginative child whose father would rather his son forgot he even existed.