Word: brooklyn
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...BROOKLYN WITH LOVE by Gerald Green. 305 pages. Trident...
MAKING IT, by Norman Podhoretz. In this controversial quasi-autobiography, the literary critic and editor of Commentary tells of his scramble from the obscurity of a Brooklyn slum to a position of influence in the New York literary world...
...Escrow. Navy Parachute Rigger 3C Stanley K. Kase was honeymooning in Puerto Rico when he was ordered to join his unit at Floyd Bennett Naval Air Station, Brooklyn. Airman 1C William D. Fox of the 445th Military Airlift Wing, Marietta, Ga., was to be married the next day-and got a three-day pass from his commanding officer. Aviation Mechanic Ira Bennett, of the Navy's Squadron VA831 in New York City, also planned to be married this week. "I was in shock when I heard we were called," he said. "I'm just shaking...
Memory is a subtle liar and often a bad writer of fiction-but it can be a marvelous storyteller. Very early in this rush of remembrance of a Brooklyn boyhood 30 years ago, it is clear that Gerald Green has let memory do all the work. His hero, Albert Abrams, is a skinny, precocious, unheroic kid who tags fearfully after a gang of asphalt Iroquois called the Raiders. The book follows Albert and his heroes-a splendidly underprivileged crew of dirty-cut young men-through a wild summer day in the Brownsville streets. The action begins with the formal curbside...
Author Green, who wrote the bestselling The Last Angry Man, should be far too expert to make such mistakes in a novel-but To Brooklyn with Love is not really a novel, since the author does not seem to control the recollections that sweep him along. It is a superb memoir indifferently disguised as fiction. If Albert the world's worst punchball player did not actually become Gerald the novelist, at very least they must have shared Brownsville in the 1930s. The reader sees this after 20 pages of irritation, and the awkward pretense of fiction no longer matters...