J.R. Ackerley's father was the Banana King, a successful importer of fruit and a bluff, hearty fellow -- qualities little appreciated by his refined and literary son. On his death, however, he left a letter revealing that his life of respectable prosperity was a facade. Thus began what for Ackerley was an ongoing quest to comprehend a father who remained always just beyond his reach. My Father and Myself, described by its author as an "examining and...