AWoW MEMBER COLIN BRODERICK to be INTRODUCED TONIGHT by JOSH BROLIN at BOOK LAUNCH for “THAT’S THAT.”

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‘THAT’S THAT” Official Book Trailer

 

Colin Broderick and Josh Brolin

Colin Broderick and Josh Brolin

Join us tonight at Barnes and Noble’s Tribeca Store, 97 Warren Street, 7pm, for the official launch of Colin Broderick’s That’s That.  AWoW member Broderick will be introduced and interviewed by his friend, actor Josh Brolin. The event is also being filmed for what will be the final scene of the long awaited biographical feature documentary based on Colin’s first book Orangutan. Following the launch, everyone is invited to the after party at Scratcher’s, 209 E. 5th St, in the East Village. It’s sure to be a great night!

Here’s a short excerpt from That’s That

“Seen from the window of a plane Ireland is a patchwork quilt, little square fields of green stitched together by thin rows of thorns; spring green, fern green, forest green, pine, sea and shamrock green. From above, she is clean, mystical, magical to behold. That is her first great act of deceit, her lush, rolling beauty the first betrayal of her truth, for on the ground, and deeper still, buried beneath that verdant lawn is her pain; underneath, there is blood.

Colin Broderick

Colin Broderick

I assume you’ve heard bits and pieces of the history of Ireland already, some of the landmark atrocities that have made international news over the years, or perhaps you’ve heard snippets grumbled over small glasses of amber in the dim light of a smoky tavern in the Bronx, stories of the long and bitter hatred between the English and the Irish, of heroic young men in balaclavas, petrol bombs being hurled into the dark night, monuments of flame on the claustrophobic streets of Belfast, the ghosts of skeletal boys, naked and excrement-smeared, starving themselves to death in the cold cells of the H-Block. And if you did receive your Irish history lesson in a bar from some furtive creature with a brogue, then as the night wore on, you surely heard about his mother also, for every drink poured in an Irish bar leads back to the mother. As you may well know, there is no mother like the Irish mother, and there is no love more wounded and fierce than the love between an Irish mother and her son.

In honor of that age-old tradition I, too, will start with the history. (The mother I will get to in just a little bit.)”

Written by AWoW cofounder, Charles R. Hale

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