|About the Book|
I remember when I was fourteen, reading Catcher in the Rye. I went downstairs and told my mom, its the weirdest thing, this guy is, like, reading my mind!She said, Matt, everyone thinks theyre Holden Caulfield. God, adults can be so stupid sometimes. Obviously she didnt understand that this was something meaningful -- mystical, really -- that was happening to me. Or, to quote another influential poet of my youth, parents just dont understand.Flash forward another fourteen years, the last five or so of them being spent living in Los Angeles. Arturo Bandini, I know you too well! Living and dying with each minor victory and defeat... Fighting so often with the object of your affection to where eventually theres a perverse sort of pleasure to be found in it... Realizing that just because love might go unanswered, it doesnt make it any less real... and then of course all the dusty urban imagery that in sixty-five years has gone essentially unchanged and will likely continue to do so well into the future.Its the telltale sign of good, strong writing when you get the feeling that someone has been reading your mail (or email). To inspire this feeling from a distance of more than half a century is an even greater trick. I would recommend this book to, like, everyone.