My mother's son : [a novel] David Hirshberg.
Record details
- ISBN: 9781941493229
- ISBN: 194149322X
- Physical Description: ix, 357 pages ; 24 cm
- Edition: First edition.
- Publisher: Bedford, New York : Fig Tree Books, ©2017.
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Subject: | Brothers > Fiction. Families > Fiction. Jews > United States > Fiction. Reminiscing in old age > Fiction. Boston (Mass.) > Fiction. |
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- 10 of 10 copies available at Evergreen Indiana.
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- 0 current holds with 10 total copies.
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Bloomfield Eastern Greene Co PL - Bloomfield Main | FIC HIR (Text) | 36803001054910 | INSPIR-FIC | Available | - |
Fayette Co PL - Connersville | FIC HIR (Text) | 39230031882846 | Adult Books | Available | - |
Greensburg-Decatur Co PL - Greensburg | FIC HIRSHBERG (Text) | 32826014144018 | Adult Fiction | Available | - |
Newton Co PL - Lake Village Memorial Township Library | FIC HIRSHBE (Text) | 71561000143090 | Fiction | Available | - |
Newton Co PL - Morocco Community Library | FIC HIRSHBE (Text) | 71561000143066 | NWPLMFiction | Available | - |
Newton Co PL - Roselawn Library | FIC HIRSHBE (Text) | 71561000143176 | NWPLRFiction | Available | - |
Porter County PL - Valparaiso Public Library | HIRSH (Text) | 33410014869731 | Adult Fiction | Available | - |
Princeton PL - Princeton | Fic Hirshberg (Text) | 30890000682763 | Adult Fiction, Lower Level, Adult Section | Available | - |
Spencer Co PL - Rockport Main Library | FIC HIR (Text) | 70741000150868 | Adult Fiction | Available | - |
West Lafayette PL - West Lafayette | FIC HIR (Text) | 31951004297716 | Main Floor - Fiction | Available | - |
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A year later, in Boston, I met The Guy on the Radio. I was just out of the army, back from West Germany. There was a blurb in the Herald Traveler that he was going to be a guest on a radio show in the city; he was promoting a book. I figured that if I could meet him, I could ask him some questions, the usual stuff, how to break in, could he point me in the right direction, that kind of thing. I waited for the show to be over at 10:00 p.m. and approached him as he was leaving the lobby. I remember I didnât rush up to him, tell him my name, say I was a fan. I knew that wouldnât get so much as a glance and that heâd never break stride.
Instead, as soon as I saw him, I took a kazoo out of my pocket and went into a rendition of his theme song, âThe Bear Missed the Train.â So many times I heard him play that, itâs the phonetic English for âBei Mir Bist Du Schön,â what Uncle Jake used to sing on our car rides.
âThe bear missed the train, the bear missed the train, the bear missed the train, and now heâs walking.â
âIâm going to the Copley Square Hotel,â he said, not addressing me directly, âso you can be my guide to make sure I donât get lost.â In a few minutes, we were at the bar. Here I was, at the literal elbow of someone whoâd been successful, famous, for what I was thinking I wanted to do, I wouldnât have this opportunity again, so I launched into a monologue of what happened to me in 1952, telling him about my brushes with betrayal, disease, gambling, death, bribery, persecution, kidnapping, war, politics, escape, loyalty, forgery, unconditional love, depression, marines, theft, girls, and a dog.
I could tell that heâd been engrossed, but not wanting to push it, I stood up and said good night.
He shook my hand and said, âHey, kid, someday you, Steven, Noodge Mauer, Myandrew, and Frankie are gonna be as well-known as the gang in my stories.â He then added, âAs important as it is that you remember your Mother, Dad, Papa, Uncle Jake, Auntie Rose, Old Uncle A, and all the other people who were central to you when you were growing up, you should embrace them more as an adult, especially as you get older and the distance between you and them becomes less significant.â
I hesitated, then asked, âAre all of your characters real? Are your stories based on stuff that happened to you when you grew up?â
âDoes it matter? Would you decide, one way or the other, to listen or to tune in somewhere else if you found out if I made it all up? Or most of it?â
âNo,â I answered quickly, âit actually wouldnât make a difference.â
âIf itâs just reporting on the events of the day it can be entertaining for a while, especially if thereâs a lively way of retelling, but itâd get tiresome, and truth be told, Iâd never have enough good material for a show that goes on most nights if I had to give a verbatim account of interactions Iâd had with friends, family members, and others Iâve met.
âFictional characters have lives as well,â he went on, âthey inhabit our spaces and we interact with them; itâs still a give-and-take, just not in the same sense as whatâs going on here, in our conversation tonight. But never forget that a made-up person can speak to us just as well as someone whoâs here in the flesh. Thereâs no difference whether you hear something from the point of view of first person actual or third person fictional if it interests you, moves you, or gets you to think about things from another perspective.
âLook, kid, I donât have a clue whether the things you told me are true or not. Whatâs important to me is that youâve painted pieces of art that need to be displayed, and you know what? I donât care if theyâre fakes.
âFor me, lifeâs usually better as fiction. Yeah, you heard me right, because that way, no one can disagree with, challenge, or sue you. Now thereâs no harm starting with a kernel of truth, but make sure when you cook it up it turns into something that canât be traced back to its original form, you know, so think in terms of omelets, they begin as chicken eggs, but tell me, would anyone looking at an omelet whoâd never seen a chickenâs egg be able to tell you its origin?
âLet your characters speak to you, think of yourself as a translator, thereâs a million ways to say the same thing, thatâs why we have synonyms, after all.
âSo donât be afraid of going off on tangents or making distortions, and blind alleys are okay too, because no one but you knows what the outcome will be and you can always make an elision to something else to get you back to where you want to be.
âAnd by the way, kid,â he added as he was winding down, heading toward the elevator, âeveryone is going to want to know whoâs who, especially relatives and those with whom youâve interacted; theyâll spend hours trying to determine if a character is all or partly based on them in disguise. Donât give in to the temptation to discuss this with them. Thatâs all about their ego, pride, and neediness, and all thatâs gonna do is drain you dry.â
He shook my hand, said good night, and disappeared.
He never knew my name, and I never asked him anything about how to get into radio. But this Iâll say for sure: what he told me is the advice I followed for all these years.