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Loading... Manhood for Amateurs: The Pleasures and Regrets of a Husband, Father, and…by Michael Chabon
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will love Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. Chabon's first non-fiction book makes a perfect complement to his wife's memoir of family life, Bad Mother. She's quite a bit funnier, but he digs just a little more deeply into the meaning of it all. This is a really nice collection of random ruminations on being a man and its various roles. Although I'm a little bit older than Chabon I like to think that we are of the same generation. I could relate to many of his stories and reflections. Recommended for any man interested in stepping back and taking a look at their life and women interested in understanding their husbands a little bit better. "This is our life happening,..., and it's happening right now." These essays are written with Chabon's characteristic wit and charm. They're the perfect length to read before bed. Fantastically fun. Chabon waxes eloquent on adults taking the fun out of childhood, men faking their ability to use power tools, pop culture as international diplomacy, and why today's Lego toys are so lame. Chabon doesn't pretend to have all the answers -- this isn't really a "men's help" book -- instead, he admits he can't explain why some boys have a fascination with burning bugs with magnifying glasses, but does note that all a potential serial killer probably needed to straighten him out at age ten was an 11-year-old girl calling him a pathetic loser. Chabon is funny and poignant, and you'll probably find yourself nodding and laughing in agreement at most of it.
As in his novels, he shifts gears easily between the comic and the melancholy, the whimsical and the serious, demonstrating once again his ability to write about the big subjects of love and memory and regret without falling prey to the Scylla and Charybdis of cynicism and sentimentality. It’s not a chronicle, but rather a vaguely themed collection of thoughtful first-person essays (most, in this case, originally published in Details magazine) that capture a certain time and mood. The theme: maleness in its various states — boyhood, manhood, fatherhood, brotherhood. The time: now, juxtaposed frequently with Chabon’s 1970s childhood. The mood: wistful. "You have put your finger squarely on the pulse of the American male sensibility ... and you have teased out some basic truths about us and our society, our past and our future."
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A confession... I have little interest in "the pleasures and regrets of a husband, father, and son." I have A LOT of interest in Michael Chabon. And why not? In addition to being one of my favorite authors, we're both 40-something Jews who were raised in suburban Maryland. And we both live in the San Francisco Bay Area and travel in literary circles. Okay, we're acquainted--but in the most superficial way imaginable; just enough to say hello and kibitz a bit. But the fact that he's a nice guy is completely subsumed by the fact that he's one of the greatest writers living today. I am an unabashed fan, and this collection of essays about a subject I'm not particularly interested in (being neither husband, father, son, wife, or mother) was a thrilling read.
Chabon's use of language is magnificent. No matter the subject, it's the sort of text where you want to grab anyone in the vicinity and just start reading aloud. I knew I was hooked when I began tearing up while reading the first essay, "The Loser's Club" which recounts a rejection suffered in his youth. "That was the moment I began to think of myself as a failure," the Pulitzer prize-winner writes. Chabon is vulnerable within these essays, sharing deeply personal details of his life, and letting that streak of neurosis shine through. But don't worry that the collection is one long, drawn out therapy session. There are more laughs than tears and as I noted above, Chabon is a very likeable fellow. "I Feel Good About my Murse," for instance, is delightfully silly. Even so, Chabon's got something real to say about masculine identity amidst the laughs.
Not every single essay is a slam dunk. The Lego one sort of left me cold. For you it might be another. But overall, this collection is so strong that it must surely be a go-to gift for fathers, husbands, sons, and all lovers of great writing for decades to come.
Oh, and I've seen him playing with his kids--he really is a great father. (