Ted Fullilove, aka Mr. Peanut, is not like other Ivy League grads. He shares an apartment with Goldberg, his beloved battery-operated fish; sleeps on a bed littered with yellow legal pads penned with what he hopes will be the next great American novel; and spends the waning malaise-filled days of the Carter administration at Yankee Stadium, waxing poetic while slinging peanuts to pay the rent.
When Ted hears the news that his estranged father, Marty, is dying of lung cancer, he immediately moves back into his childhood home, where a whirlwind of revelations ensues. The browbeating absentee father of his youth is living to make up for lost time, but his health dips drastically whenever his beloved Red Sox lose. And so, with help from a crew of neighborhood old-timers and the lovely Mariana - Marty's Nuyorican grief counselor - Ted orchestrates the illusion of a Sox winning streak, enabling Marty and the Red Sox to reverse the Curse of the Bambino and cruise their way to World Series victory. Well, sort of.
David Duchovny's richly drawn Bucky F*cking Dent is a story of the bond between fathers and sons, Yankee fans, and the Fenway faithful and grapples with the urgent need to find our story in an age of irony and artifice. Culminating in that fateful moment in October of '78 when the meek Bucky Dent hit his way into baseball history with the unlikeliest of home runs, this tragicomic novel demonstrates that life truly belongs to the losers - that the long shots are the ones worth betting on.
Bucky F*cking Dent is a singular tale that brims with the hilarity, poignancy, and profound solitude of modern life.
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I took a trip to Louisiana and bought the audiobook for my plane ride there. I have never been one for audiobooks, but listening to this book in David's voice--the way he wanted you to read the book; every pause, every sigh. The book itself is amazing. The story is honestly so pure and good. But listening to it in David's voice brings so much more to the story. Good job, David. Good job.
I especially love when the author reads his own book because it is the most pure rendering of what he intended. In this case Duchovny not only wrote an enjoyable novel, his reading made it even better for me.
Damn David, nice f*cking job. And here I thought you were just another pretty boy. Now I got to go call my dad. Keep swinging, you hit this one out of the park.
The storyline threw me at first with David's rambling almost stream of consciousness way of telling the story. However, once you get used to it, it draws you in and you want to keep listening. The epilogue ties the story with a nice bow at the and.
OMG! What an unexpected pleasure of a find. DD's masterwork (?) or just the tip of the iceberg? This thing reads like a piece of apple pie a la mode, but after you've already eaten mom's meatloaf. The prose is so thick you'll be full for hours, but the end is oh so sweet. Even if you hate both the Yankees and the Red Sox, you can't help be moved by the three dimensional characters created here. Be forewarned, a liberal arts degree may be needed to get the full grasp of the layered text - but it's a highbrow dive that's worth the googling. Duchovny's reading adds just the right touch of droll sincerity to put it over the top for 5 stars in my rating. Kudos.
I rationed this book to make it last. It will hit Boston Red Sox lovers hard, but is more than baseball. I loved the relationships in their imperfection, and the idea that life is hard, but life is good. Fantastic!
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