In between, the kid racked up some legends. When he was 8, they moved back to the country, and "everything went to shit." Fitzgerald’s anger and despair about the violence and chaos of the years that followed are so deep that they form a kind of bass line to the text, carrying through to the end. In urban Boston, where his mother worked for the Catholic Church, the author experienced a happy but poor childhood. Maybe I could write legends of my own, even though I was often too drunk to write anything down." The author begins this collection of personal legends with a line that he's been using for decades: "My parents were married when they had me, just to different people." What's more, they met at divinity school. "All the big drinking books, by big loud men….Life could be tough,” he writes, “but it could also be the stuff of legend. When business was slow, he read paperbacks from the used bookstore down the block. Down and out in rural Massachusetts, San Francisco, New York City, and Burma.įor a stretch in his 20s, Fitzgerald worked at an iconic biker bar in San Francisco called Zeitgeist.
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