Backing her on-the-ground account with asides on communal movements, idealistic failures, and our deeply flawed culture,...
An absorbing, sometimes strange profile of the last of the back-to-the-landers, if not the last “real” man.
In this rare instance of a magazine-article-turned-book that works, novelist Gilbert (Stern Men, 2000) expands a GQ feature on latter-day mountain man Eustace Conway to address a range of cultural-historical topics, blending bookishness with roll-in-the-dirt intrepidity. To be sure, Conway is a strange bird: a teenaged runaway from the home of a perfectionist, uncommunicative father and apparently repressed mother who spent 17 years living in a tepee, eating squirrel soup, and fending for himself in the wilderness, he’s the living embodiment of Robert Bly’s Iron John ideal—except he’s the real thing, and not just another urban wannabe. A bundle of contradictions, Conway has renounced most aspects of American consumerism while amassing a backwoods empire of more than a thousand acres in the North Carolina mountains that he calls Turtle Island, a fleet of battered trucks, and a small army of followers, nine out of ten of whom do not long endure his weird boot-camp regime. Conway’s “coolest adventure,” one that gained him national media coverage, was a cross-country trip on horseback that took him to Indian reservations, black and Chicano ghettoes, and well-groomed suburbs alike. The author is no latecomer to Conway’s story; she first got to know about him more than a decade ago, when she cowboyed with his brother in Wyoming. She excels at capturing Conway’s inflexibility and inability to keep friends, his “man of destiny” monomania, and his superbly honed, altogether rare skills. Though Gilbert clearly admires Conway, she writes of him with complexity and nuance: “It can be mortifying to learn that life at Turtle Island is grueling and that Eustace is another flawed human being, with his own teeming brew of unanswered questions.”
Backing her on-the-ground account with asides on communal movements, idealistic failures, and our deeply flawed culture, Gilbert delivers a first-rate work of reportage.Pub Date: May 20, 2002
ISBN: 0-670-03086-4
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Viking
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2002
Well-told and admonitory.
Young-rags-to-mature-riches memoir by broker and motivational speaker Gardner.
Born and raised in the Milwaukee ghetto, the author pulled himself up from considerable disadvantage. He was fatherless, and his adored mother wasn’t always around; once, as a child, he spied her at a family funeral accompanied by a prison guard. When beautiful, evanescent Moms was there, Chris also had to deal with Freddie “I ain’t your goddamn daddy!” Triplett, one of the meanest stepfathers in recent literature. Chris did “the dozens” with the homies, boosted a bit and in the course of youthful adventure was raped. His heroes were Miles Davis, James Brown and Muhammad Ali. Meanwhile, at the behest of Moms, he developed a fondness for reading. He joined the Navy and became a medic (preparing badass Marines for proctology), and a proficient lab technician. Moving up in San Francisco, married and then divorced, he sold medical supplies. He was recruited as a trainee at Dean Witter just around the time he became a homeless single father. All his belongings in a shopping cart, Gardner sometimes slept with his young son at the office (apparently undiscovered by the night cleaning crew). The two also frequently bedded down in a public restroom. After Gardner’s talents were finally appreciated by the firm of Bear Stearns, his American Dream became real. He got the cool duds, hot car and fine ladies so coveted from afar back in the day. He even had a meeting with Nelson Mandela. Through it all, he remained a prideful parent. His own no-daddy blues are gone now.
Well-told and admonitory.Pub Date: June 1, 2006
ISBN: 0-06-074486-3
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Amistad/HarperCollins
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2006
This autobiography might almost be said to supply the roots to Wright's famous novel, Native Son.
It is a grim record, disturbing, the story of how — in one boy's life — the seeds of hate and distrust and race riots were planted. Wright was born to poverty and hardship in the deep south; his father deserted his mother, and circumstances and illness drove the little family from place to place, from degradation to degradation. And always, there was the thread of fear and hate and suspicion and discrimination — of white set against black — of black set against Jew — of intolerance. Driven to deceit, to dishonesty, ambition thwarted, motives impugned, Wright struggled against the tide, put by a tiny sum to move on, finally got to Chicago, and there — still against odds — pulled himself up, acquired some education through reading, allied himself with the Communists — only to be thrust out for non-conformity — and wrote continually. The whole tragedy of a race seems dramatized in this record; it is virtually unrelieved by any vestige of human tenderness, or humor; there are no bright spots. And yet it rings true. It is an unfinished story of a problem that has still to be met.
Perhaps this will force home unpalatable facts of a submerged minority, a problem far from being faced.
Pub Date: Feb. 28, 1945
ISBN: 0061130249
Page Count: 450
Publisher: N/A
Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 1945
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