I don’t read fiction or autobiographies of people I don’t know but a sample of this book was enough for me to make a purchase. I found the writing to be purely delightful. I love reading when the sentences are composed by an author who truly loves the English language. I found myself having to lookup a few words (thank goodness I used a kindle so could do quick lookup).
The author truly took me back with him to the 1930’s and up to 1945 – growing up poor in Albany, NY. I can’t say enough how much I appreciated the stories, people, and situations he presented in such a fashion that I felt I was there with the boy narrating the story. I could see and feel how hard it was to make it on a little over 7 dollars a week. I felt how cold and miserable it was to deliver papers to supplement the family income. I could appreciate the delight the radio brought into his life as he shared the radio broadcasts and even the commercials for the time.
I am as far removed from this boy who grew up during the depression and WWII and yet this book took me back there with him and made me know him, his mother, the strange (and yet familiar) neighbors. This book does what a good book with a good story do – takes you to another place and time as you experience the world with the protagonist standing by him, watching, feeling and waiting for the next moment.
I am now making my way through the footnotes (available online). I don’t see how one would read the story and the footnotes at the same time but the existence of the footnotes and the details it provides (and the rants) gives testament that this must be from the same person we are going through the story with. It just fits the character so well.