Poor Albert, ""Alby-tross, ""cursed with bad ankles, worse"" ""Four-eyes, coordination, the highest I.Q. in the history of P.S. 133, a father that loves him too much and a bridge playing mother with no accent. These are not the most splendid qualifications for survival in the world that was his father's son. Brooklyn pre-WWII. But Albert is a gutsy little guy, Papa was The Last Angry Man in a previous book. And he's determined to imitate his heroes like Teddy Ochab the fearless Pole or Just about any baseball player you could name. And he Just has to prove himself in his gang the Raiders. But he is up against it. With characters like leader Bushy Feinstein, a compulsive winner; Bimbo, who took a personal delight in tormenting Albert, ""the doctor's son;"" not to mention Albert's most terrifying nemesis Leroy, commander of a Negro brigade that had threatened to ""bash yo' haid in."" So it goes from the immediacy of a baseball game or a fight to the touching discovery of a solitary man's life's work...a handcarved, complete City...Jerusalem. Little Albert wins his important battles and grows up to move to better lands and this is a nostalgic look back to a pre-switchblade era in what is, as everyone knows, a very special place. We rink yez'll like it.