Is nothing sacred? Or, is everything?
In her memoir, “The Bishop’s Daughter,” Honor Moore doesn’t merely leave a door ajar, giving readers a glimpse into the coat closet in the front hall. Instead she flings wide open the door to her parents’ bedroom, and her own. She invites us into rooms filled not only with family heirlooms, but with dirty laundry, as well. Moore has posthumously taken her father, Paul Moore, the longtime Episcopal Bishop of New York, out of the closet. Although much of this memoir/exposé is not actually a salacious tell-all, the threads of a secret life and romantic, if not sexual, angst are woven throughout. Moore chronicles her father’s remarkable ministry over many years to disenfranchised, poor minorities of Jersey City, Indianapolis, Washington, D.C., and New York. Her mother stepped into her husband’s ministry as a willing helpmeet, but eventually was just worn down trying to be the über-clergy wife and mother to nine children. (Just conceiving nine children with a husband who had a secret sex li...