|Sean Nolan signs books in Manasqan, NJ|
How it’s New York: Set in and around the Irish Jersey Shore, Guys Like Us: A Memoir of Life Lost and Found is close enough (editor’s note: tristate! It’s tristate! I’m from Jersey!).
“A mythic storytelling edged with darkness, violence, sadness.” And it’s funny, says Michelle Woods about Sean Nolan’s memoir of his larger than life father and grandfather.
“We would never see anything like this again,” Nolan writes, “Except we would. Eddie lived for twelve more years.”
In rehabilitation, Sean posts index cards on the hospital wall, of his father’s truisms, the castle of his beliefs that his father re-learns, with some bewilderment and bemusement. Faced with our truths from a past life, they seem estranged, superfluous, untrue.
“You meet guys sometimes who say things like, ‘my old man was never around, he worked so hard, like it’s a boo-hoo type of thing,” he writes, “You want to tell them to go fuck themselves, because who did you think he was busting his ass for all goddamn day?”
*Editor’s Note: I once worked there. At the time I thought it was like the afterlife; everyone went there after something. I can relate.