An energetic, sometimes entertaining but also shapeless and often chaotic account of a misspent youth.



The killing of one parent by another is just one of many upheavals in a New York boy’s life in this memoir.

When he was in the sixth grade in 1975, Garramone’s mother, Alma, shot and killed his father, John, in the family’s diner in Flushing, Queens. She was sent to a psychiatric hospital and subsequently acquitted on a plea of spousal abuse. That would be enough to traumatize any kid, but the tragedy doesn’t register strongly amid the swirl of untoward events in the author’s story. After the killing, Garramone led an unsettled existence: skipping school; living sometimes with friends and relatives, sometimes at his mother’s house with sketchy boarders; and drifting through a delinquent adolescence marked by auto theft, credit card fraud, minor drug dealing, and major drug taking with his similarly dead-end, working-class friends. He weathered another major blow when he and Alma were arrested on charges—bogus, he insists—of conspiracy to kidnap and attempted murder. He was released after a brief stint in jail, but Alma got five and a half years. He promptly settled back into an aimless picaresque with lots of drugging and drinking with pals, joy riding, occasional hookups, a horrendous motorcycle accident, fitful stints of menial employment, a one-off session of gay sex for hire, a solicitation to become a hitman (declined), and a thousand other random incidents. As the author headed into his 20s, he tried to embark on a career in real estate investment, which he describes in a lengthy section full of fixer-upper procedural and wrangles with banks and brokers. Unfortunately, his dream foundered; he claims his partner cheated him and his tenants failed to pay their rent.

Garramone’s Runyonesque coming-of-age saga has sharply etched characters, from smug school administrators to dirty cops and seen-it-all prostitutes, along with well-crafted, punchy dialogue (recreated, it seems, since he is recalling conversations from 40 years ago). As the protagonist, the author is always a vibrant figure, full of belligerent sarcasm and anti-authoritarian attitude, whether he’s a skeptical tyke facing his first day of school (“Homework…Jeez, don’t I do enough work around here?”), a prisoner confronting a guard (“Well, if you’re so tough, why don’t you take me outside the building, take my cuffs off, and we’ll play a little winner take all?”), or a mangled crash victim annoyed by an X-ray technician’s painful brusqueness (“Stand me up, motherfucker! Stand me up against a wall, and I’ll kill you, motherfucker, even with one hand!”). The author’s feisty prose imparts plenty of sound and fury to the proceedings, but not always much significance. Some of Garramone’s recollections are well drawn and captivating, but many are in an ill-edited narrative that’s overstuffed with seemingly every happenstance he can remember, including the time a chipmunk crawled up his leg, the time his cousin Dino urinated near him in a stream, and innumerable barroom brawls over nothing. There’s a certain lifelike feel to this one-damn-thing-after-another jumble, but readers will find it trying to have to relive every trivial event in the author’s life. They will get little sense of where the arc of Garramone’s experiences is going in a story that expends its considerable horsepower mainly on spinning its wheels.

An energetic, sometimes entertaining but also shapeless and often chaotic account of a misspent youth.

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Page Count: 457

Publisher: Manuscript

Review Posted Online: June 13, 2020

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Doyle offers another lucid, inspiring chronicle of female empowerment and the rewards of self-awareness and renewal.

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More life reflections from the bestselling author on themes of societal captivity and the catharsis of personal freedom.

In her third book, Doyle (Love Warrior, 2016, etc.) begins with a life-changing event. “Four years ago,” she writes, “married to the father of my three children, I fell in love with a woman.” That woman, Abby Wambach, would become her wife. Emblematically arranged into three sections—“Caged,” “Keys,” “Freedom”—the narrative offers, among other elements, vignettes about the soulful author’s girlhood, when she was bulimic and felt like a zoo animal, a “caged girl made for wide-open skies.” She followed the path that seemed right and appropriate based on her Catholic upbringing and adolescent conditioning. After a downward spiral into “drinking, drugging, and purging,” Doyle found sobriety and the authentic self she’d been suppressing. Still, there was trouble: Straining an already troubled marriage was her husband’s infidelity, which eventually led to life-altering choices and the discovery of a love she’d never experienced before. Throughout the book, Doyle remains open and candid, whether she’s admitting to rigging a high school homecoming court election or denouncing the doting perfectionism of “cream cheese parenting,” which is about “giving your children the best of everything.” The author’s fears and concerns are often mirrored by real-world issues: gender roles and bias, white privilege, racism, and religion-fueled homophobia and hypocrisy. Some stories merely skim the surface of larger issues, but Doyle revisits them in later sections and digs deeper, using friends and familial references to personify their impact on her life, both past and present. Shorter pieces, some only a page in length, manage to effectively translate an emotional gut punch, as when Doyle’s therapist called her blooming extramarital lesbian love a “dangerous distraction.” Ultimately, the narrative is an in-depth look at a courageous woman eager to share the wealth of her experiences by embracing vulnerability and reclaiming her inner strength and resiliency.

Doyle offers another lucid, inspiring chronicle of female empowerment and the rewards of self-awareness and renewal.

Pub Date: March 10, 2020

ISBN: 978-1-9848-0125-8

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Dial Books

Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2020

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If the authors are serious, this is a silly, distasteful book. If they are not, it’s a brilliant satire.


The authors have created a sort of anti-Book of Virtues in this encyclopedic compendium of the ways and means of power.

Everyone wants power and everyone is in a constant duplicitous game to gain more power at the expense of others, according to Greene, a screenwriter and former editor at Esquire (Elffers, a book packager, designed the volume, with its attractive marginalia). We live today as courtiers once did in royal courts: we must appear civil while attempting to crush all those around us. This power game can be played well or poorly, and in these 48 laws culled from the history and wisdom of the world’s greatest power players are the rules that must be followed to win. These laws boil down to being as ruthless, selfish, manipulative, and deceitful as possible. Each law, however, gets its own chapter: “Conceal Your Intentions,” “Always Say Less Than Necessary,” “Pose as a Friend, Work as a Spy,” and so on. Each chapter is conveniently broken down into sections on what happened to those who transgressed or observed the particular law, the key elements in this law, and ways to defensively reverse this law when it’s used against you. Quotations in the margins amplify the lesson being taught. While compelling in the way an auto accident might be, the book is simply nonsense. Rules often contradict each other. We are told, for instance, to “be conspicuous at all cost,” then told to “behave like others.” More seriously, Greene never really defines “power,” and he merely asserts, rather than offers evidence for, the Hobbesian world of all against all in which he insists we live. The world may be like this at times, but often it isn’t. To ask why this is so would be a far more useful project.

If the authors are serious, this is a silly, distasteful book. If they are not, it’s a brilliant satire.

Pub Date: Sept. 1, 1998

ISBN: 0-670-88146-5

Page Count: 430

Publisher: Viking

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 1998

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