Little Boy

A Novel

By: Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Narrated by: Peter Coyote

From the famed publisher and poet, author of the million-copy-selling collection A Coney Island of the Mind, his literary last will and testament -- part autobiography, part summing up, part Beat-inflected torrent of language and feeling, and all magical.

"A volcanic explosion of personal memories, political rants, social commentary, environmental jeremiads and cultural analysis all tangled together in one breathless sentence that would make James Joyce proud. . ."
—Ron Charles, The Washington Post

In this unapologetically unclassifiable work Lawrence Ferlinghetti lets loose an exhilarating rush of language to craft what might be termed a closing statement about his highly significant and productive 99 years on this planet. The "Little Boy" of the title is Ferlinghetti himself as a child, shuffled from his overburdened mother to his French aunt to foster childhood with a rich Bronxville family. Service in World War Two (including the D-Day landing), graduate work, and a scholar gypsy's vagabond life in Paris followed. These biographical reminiscences are interweaved with Allen Ginsberg-esque high energy bursts of raw emotion, rumination, reflection, reminiscence and prognostication on what we may face as a species on Planet Earth in the future. Little Boy is a magical font of literary lore with allusions galore, a final repository of hard-earned and durable wisdom, a compositional high wire act without a net (or all that much punctuation) and just a gas and an inspiration to read.

Centenarian Sentinels His Century

A centenarian's turbocharged trippin' through the past 100 years. A prose poem for and from the ages; autobiography freestyle. A hot potato one last time in an old artiste's pocket. Rock it!

What a life! I loved the trip through the Great Depression, WWII, living as an artist in Paris in the late 1940s, then forward up to a heyday in publishing the biggest of the Beat poets, to now, then back again.

The man, it should be noted, worships the vulva. And women; in particular, one woman. And life! If this doth offend thee, flee.

Quite fun, if you don't mind whitewaters of consciousness from a fascinating and witty 100-year-old. Me, whenever I get the chance, I take the pleasure of listening to an octagenarian (and older) as he/she waxes on. It is always a story worth savoring. This was no different.

What a powerful experience!

This roller coaster of poetry and observation, angry rant and remembrance of passions past was a wonderful trip inside the mind of an amazing hundred year old man.

Autobiography of a fractured childhood interrupted by bursts of poetic imagery filled with references to every book, movie, song and bit of wisdom ever created by the “civilized” World. The bits and pieces of Ferlinghetti’s life story float along amidst his recollections of people, places and experiences he has known. Every one of these moments evokes a reflection of his philosophy of life and his often angry, often rapturous reaction to it.

He uses the tale of his early life to warn us of what we have lost and the accounting coming due for what we have become. He recounts the beauty and wonder he has known and looks forward to more of the same knowing full well that he and we will probably never know their like again.

So, reading Little Boy may not be all sunshine and butterflies but the poetry of its words and the scope of its worldview made it for me a highly rewarding moment I won’t soon forget. Peter Coyote’s narration brought a perfect dramatic sensitivity to the Old Beatnik’s words.

A wild ride of auto creation

Stream of consciousness done to a dizzying degree of brilliance, and yet trying to be more than it is. It begins as an autobiography, but quickly evolves into a kind of philosophical auto writing, trying to pointedly have no point, to be a mirror of the mind and of life itself.