Showing posts with label childhood memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhood memories. Show all posts

Monday, April 25, 2011

2011: Book 39

For the Sins of My Father: The Legacy of a Mafia Life by Al DeMeo

288 pages

Completed 4/24/11

For a tale of death, greed, murder, and cheating, DeMeo's story of his childhood with his Mafioso father was heartwarming. A man who truly seemed to care for his only son, yet struggling with keeping up his obligations, the elder DeMeo's luck finally runs out; as does the younger's.

Planning to stage his father's murder, helping him to establish identities in the Bahamas, and meeting hordes of "uncles,' the younger DeMeo revisits the moment when he realized his father was not just a used car salesman. With poignancy that would touch any reader, the discovery of his father dead leaves Al in shock, as does the subsequent "tell-all" books and a legal case that seems to never go away. An easy read, it is still as full of heart as any father-son story.

Friday, March 11, 2011

2011: Book 22

Everything is Wrong with Me: A Memoir of an American Childhood Gone, Well, Wrong by Jason Mulgrew


240 pages

Completed 3/11/11

Honestly, I picked up this memoir because of my and the author's shared last name. I mean, come on, it's not a often seen last name. I was neither impressed nor disappointed with this tale from dry-humored Mulgrew. Stories of his Irish - read, drunk - family growing up in Philadelphia, his parents' torrid relationship, and his own poor choices, the memoir is relatively amusing, if not offering much of a story.

Maybe it's because I enjoy more dramatic and devastating memoirs, but this one was a bit uneventful. The dozens of occasionally humorous footnotes were annoying at best, and the pictures poorly captioned - I legitimately had no idea what they were portraying most of the time. Eh, should've skipped this one.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

LIZ: BOOK #44

Dear Diary By Lesley Arfin

288 pages

Completed 12/23/10

Vice contributor Lesley Arfin revisits her diary, tracking her downward spiral from pre-adolescent self-esteem-less girl to heroin-addicted twenty-something, this book's concept intrigued me. Arfin tracks down and interviews the subjects of her entries. This seemed to be the perfect book for me, a lover of addiction/recovery memoirs, a diary format, a tell-all. However, I was pretty disappointed.

Not as scandalous or gut-wrenching as I had imagined, and at times, annoying. The woe-is-me entries from most of her adolescence were exhausting, and when re-connections from her past didn't pan out, I felt myself not even remotely interested. Most memoirs, on the other hand, have me looking up the author online when I am finished reading, wanting to know more. This one, disappointingly, didn't pique any interest at all.

I suppose I thought I would find this memoir juicier, funnier, and more relatable. Instead, I found myself relieved when it was over. I would have been more interested if I picked up a random diary and suffered through it.

Friday, August 13, 2010

LIZ: Book #32

Cabin Pressure: One Man's Desperate Attempt to Recapture His Youth as a Camp Counselor by Josh Wolk

*Be warned, I read an advanced reader's copy of this memoir, so things may be slightly different in the final published version than what I read.*

288 pages

Completed 8/13/10


This was a campy (no pun intended) kitchsy memoir about a man in his mid-thirties about to get married who decides to relive his childhood by returning to the camp he so fondly remembers. When I first began to read it, I thought it was going to be a sappy let's-discover-who-I-am throughout this book, but I was pleasantly surprised when it did not end up that way. However, this book is hard to categorize; equal parts midlife crisis, troubled adolescent boys, sleepaway camp expectations, and relationship problems, there wasn't enough about each for it to really matter to me.

If Wolk had chosen to only focus on his feelings of underachievement or only his relationship, I wouldn't have picked this up in the first place. But I feel like a lot of instances in which ironic humor could have been injected went to waste. Ten year old boys are a species of themselves; that's enough material to drum up some humor. Instead Wolk takes us along his woe-is-me problems with the boys of his youth - who are now fellow adult counselors - and his inner conflict over why his fiance is stressed. (Perhaps because two months before their wedding, he decides to up and leave for rural Maine?!)

This was one of those memoirs that took awhile to get through even though it wasn't heavy or deep. I just lacked the interest needed to read it in it's entirety before picking up a new book, so it took me some time. If you're looking for a humorous, gritty story of a man who returns to camp to relive his glory days...this is not the book for you.