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The Gift: A Novel

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A Good Read for anytime of the year, but an especially good read at Christmas...A coming-of-age story that leaves you wanting more...More about the soldier telling the story, more about his family, more about the other people in the story, all of whom are interesting and well-crafted...Set in 1952 during the Korean War, this book is proof once again that good stories are ageless and timeless...A story that stays with you and gets finer with time...

For over four decades, Pete Hamill has been one of America's greatest writers. He started out as a newspaperman covering the turmoil of the 1960s. But like many great newspapermen who came before him, he proved capable of crossing genres and writing bestselling novels, memoirs and screenplays.

Despite covering too many wars and the great issues of our time, Hamill's ultimate beat has been New York City. He will always be associated with New York. He has written for just about every paper in the city and is the only person who worked as editor of both the New York Post and the New York Daily News.

Last year he released a memoir entitled DOWNTOWN: MY MANHATTAN. Now, coinciding with the release of that book in paperback, Hamill has re-released his second novel, THE GIFT, first published in 1973. Long out of print, THE GIFT is a real treat for readers, especially those who are longtime Hamill fans. Both books, read together, serve as an essential guide to understanding the greatest city in the world.

THE GIFT is a short autobiographical novella about a 17 1/2 year-old sailor named Pete coming home to Brooklyn in 1952 for Christmas leave after boot camp. In his wallet, as the Greyhound bus speeds north towards home through a cold rain in the middle of the night, is a picture of his first love, a girl named Kathleen. Three weeks before, he had received from Kathleen a dreaded "Dear John" letter. He needs to talk to her. Hamill writes:

"The darkness of the bus was punctuated by struck matches and bright washes of light from passing cars, and I stared out at the rain-glossy roads, past the small neat towns and the clumps of dark forest, out past the neon of roadside taverns, past the blue-white glare of gas stations and the bright wilderness of those early 1952 shopping centers, to the place where Kathleen lived, getting there at 60 miles per hour. I was listening for her voice and the sound of her laughter and trying to control what was happening in my stomach as I fought off the anxious knowledge that she might not be there."

Hamill has always been a teacher to the generation of writers and reporters like myself who followed him. And the reason we study him is the tough, understated way he uses words. He has the reporter's eye for detail mixed with a novelist's evocative way of capturing mood, emotion and inner turmoil. Hamill's writing manages to be both economical and personal, much like an early influence on his work, Ernest Hemingway.

In THE GIFT, Hamill puts readers right into the lost world of Brooklyn 1952. "The avenue was lined with four-story tenements whose faces were marred by fire escapes: dark, hard, spiky, rectangular presences through winter nights..." And then he arrives at his Seventh Avenue home: "There were traces of dinner smells in the hall, as if you could chew the air itself. It was almost three."

Pete lives in a tiny apartment with his immigrant parents and four younger brothers and one sister. And as he fears, his homecoming will bring heartbreak. But this is not just a coming-of-age story; it is also the story about New York and the immigrant experience in America. The Brooklyn of young Pete's world, very much like New York today, is a city of neighborhoods and immigrant dreams and decent people worn down by constant struggle and the threat of perpetual poverty. And too often that struggle has been forgotten by the affluent Irish descendent of the immigrants, especially on days like March 17th when it is all green beer and sentimental blarney.

Pete doesn't know his silent father, a man who was a brilliant soccer player as a young man but lost his leg years before when injured on the playing field and nobody owned a car to take him to the hospital. Once there, he had to wait a day to see a doctor with disastrous results. Pete's tired mother has to somehow make ends meet with little money and day-old bread and then "every Christmas there seemed to be one more child to please."

Pete yearns to get close to his father, who retreats every night after work to the bar across the street, Rattigan's, to drink and sing songs about the old country deep into the night. Pete says, "I loved the hard defiance of the Irish songs...But I didn't really know him, and I was certain that he didn't know me...in many ways he was still Irish and I was an American."

Whether it was the Irish on Seventh Avenue in Brooklyn or the Irish of my parents in the Highbridge section of the Bronx, Hamill paints a vivid and accurate description of the lost world of New York. "Nobody could go home in that neighborhood if somebody else had bought the last round; it made for late nights." Or: "They knew that in that neighborhood, you became a cop or a fireman or an ironworker or maybe ended up in the can; you dreamed no large dreams."

And it is the same way today for a new generation of New York immigrants from Ireland or Nigeria or Bangladesh or Haiti or Vietnam. They still struggle to make ends meet each month on these mean streets while making sure that their children are safe and can go further in life than they ever could. This new generation comes here for the same opportunity as their predecessors and the eternal idea of freedom that is America.

And perhaps on a freezing Christmas Eve in 2005, one of these children of the new immigrants, just back from Fallujah or Ramadi, will realize the greatest lasting dream has nothing to do with money or the latest video game. And, like young Pete in 1952, he or she will realize that the greatest gift is the one that lasts a lifetime and can never be taken away.

Pete says of his father, "He was there, still there. He wasn't on relief, he wasn't begging on the subways, he had resisted, he hadn't given up. I touched him and then Red Cioffi yelled from down the bar. 'Hey, Billy, give us a song!'"

Much like New York itself, THE GIFT still works after three decades. This is a beautiful little book, perfect for the holidays. Read both it and DOWNTOWN together, and you will be treated to the work of a young writer just reaching the top of his game and the legendary American writer he became.

--- Reviewed by Tom Callahan

Without question, the dean of living New York City Irish-American writers, Pete Hamill has enjoyed ample success as a superb journalist - the only one who ever became editor-in-chief of the city's current tabloid newspapers, The Daily News and The New York Post - and as a splendid writer of fiction and nonfiction, ranging from his celebrated memoir "A Drinking Life" and his critically acclaimed biography of Mexican painter Diego Rivera to his novels "Snow in August" and "Forever". Now, in recognition of his literary excellence and to coincide with the paperback release of his memoir "Downtown", Little, Brown has reissued "The Gift", a splendid little gem of a novel - or rather, fictionalized autobiographical memoir - which was first published back in the early 1970s. "The Gift" demonstrates all of Hamill's ample gifts for dialogue and prose, told in much of the same plain, yet lyrical, prose which characterizes his memoir "A Drinking Life". It's Christmas time 1952, and young Pete returns home on leave after attending a Navy boot camp, unsure as to whether he will be stationed in Korea during the final months of the war. He returns home in search of his girlfriend Kathleen Crowley, hoping to gain again her affection, but perhaps more importantly, to seek finally the love that is absent in his relationship with his father Billy. Fans of Pete Hamill's - and I predict, Frank McCourt's too - will treasure Hamill's eloquent prose and this timeless story of seeking love from an absent father at the most appropriate time of the year.

Pete Hamill's little book was indeed a gift for this grown daughter of an alcoholic in that it allowed a peek into the world, and more importantly the whys, of barrooms. Somebody finally captured the allure of time spent with drinking buddies instead of family on Christmas Eve. Some "Dads" are indeed proud of their families, but their condition allows them to share that only with other people who don't care. Pitiable, but true. Very short story which left a strong impression.

I told my wife, after I completed reading The Gift, that I loved the book but I thought it was a man's book and not for her. But she loved it as well, reminding her as it did of people she knew back then...friends of relatives.

I, on the other hand, see a little too much of people who sacrifice current relationships because of past bad luck. Get over it and get on with it. So having Hamill do his take on these people was good for me.

I always say that an eyeroll is sometimes involuntary. When I start to hear a story of self-pity I can feel one coming so I quickly turn my head. A friend of mine says that doing an owl-like turn of the head is every bit as bad.

But Hamill's treatment of the one who has suffered is well done. Other people, and Hamill himself, speak of his glory days and his subsequent misery, leaving the man to almost ruin in silence any relationship he might have had with his grown son.

Beautiful descriptions of old Brooklyn in the early fifties--an era which still had some residual impact on my childhood in the sixties. It was a more innocent era, particularly the descriptions of the teenage lustful sexual yearnings, seldom satisfied, but nearly always colorfully described. The writing is a little uneven, but I found the ending to be very touching. A small gem, fitting to read at Christmas time. It made me want to seek out more works by the author.

A great novella from Pete Hammill originally written in the early 1970s, it's an elegy to a bygone era, and a love story to Brooklyn in many ways. As a current resident, it's amazing to read about the area where the story is set, which today is wealthy gentrified Park Slope, and how much it's changed. The details are amazing, and it's beautifully written. You can literally read it in a day, maybe two, but it's a wonderful little story that speaks volumes about a time and a place and it's inhabitants. I can't recommend it highly enough. Pete Hammill is truly a living treasure...

Even though I wanted more out of the book but because I so much enjoy how Pete Hamill writes I have rated this book a 5 star. Being from Brooklyn, I so much enjoy Pete's detail to the trains, the churchs, the bars, the streets and so forth. To me the book is great but I can see for others how they wanted more. I picked up the book on Christmas Eve at Strands Bookstore on Fulton Street and finished it by nightime. The book it only 135 pages long and you can finish it in one evening. The main character, a 17 year old on home from leave from the Navy comes home to what many 17 year old from that time frame faced, with girlfriends, parents, other friends and so forth. All the problems one has, feelings (he wants a gun to shoot someone who now is dating his old girlfiend, parents lack of money (no phone, just got steam heat). If you like Pete Hamill you will enjoy this book (not one of Pete's best but it still is Pete Hamill). If you can't get enough Pete Hamill read this book you will enjoy it.

Pete Hamill Never dissapoints. One beautifully told story of whats important in life. Love and Family

When it all comes down to it, this is a love story. During a Christmas leave from the navy in 1952, seventeen-year-old Pete returns to Brooklyn to confront unrequited love--for his high school aged girlfriend and for the father he admires but does not know. Through this story the author expresses his love of family, of comrades, and of a Brooklyn that will always be a part of him. Hamill captures the sound of New York in the dialogue of his characters, and he also captures the dreams that so many young people have as they look toward their futures. This is an archetypal story of the American Dream, fathers and sons, and young love. The narrator at times reminds you of Tom Wingfield from THE GLASS MENAGERIE, and the visits to various barrooms may remind you of THE TENDER BAR. That is pretty good company to be in.