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Little Boy Blues: A Memoir Hardcover – January 12, 2010
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Guest Reviewer: Elizabeth Kostova
From Publishers Weekly
Jones, a veteran cultural reporter for Newsweek, writes with muted confidence about his difficult childhood, during which the emotional ups and downs of his mostly-single mom seemed monumental, and his undependable, alcoholic father kept him in a state of disorientation. This at-times touching self-portrait depicts a quiet, quirky, self-contained little boy suffering quietly while surrounded by indulging elderly relatives, as well as a mother who hides her disappointment with a middle-class sense of superiority. Unfortunately, little happens in this memoir beyond a taboo-broaching divorce, and Jones fails to make anything significant out of everyday moments of love and tension; curiously, the prospect of engaging the big cultural issues, when it arises, is often set aside. (Though Jones grew up in the South during the turbulent 1950s, he tidily encapsulates "race and bigotry": "they were everywhere and nowhere, like an odorless, tasteless gas"; similarly, religion to him was "as water is to a fish.") Though admirably straightforward, Jones's portrayal is so flat as to give readers little to hold onto. 22 b&w photos.
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I had to laugh when he mentioned "hydrophobia," a word I haven't heard since my childhood. I believe it means rabies. I can recall riding on the bus with my grandmother as a child. She would intently observe passengers and direct my attention to women with thick ankles. "That's a sign of poor breeding," she would tell me. "It is an indication that they came from a lower class of people. People of refinement have slender ankles."
Poor English was a dead giveaway of class status as were a lack of manners and the wearing of too much jewelry. When grandmother saw a woman ostentatiously draped in too much jewelry she would remark, "people like that look as if they are wearing all the jewelry they possess at one time." I was taught to address my mother as "mother," and my grandparents as "grandmother and grandfather." It was acceptable to call my father "daddy." I was corrected when I said, "I'm gonna," and told that I should say "going to." "Can" meant I could if I was able and "may" was to ask permission. There was no end to learning proper decorum and walking, sitting and talking in an appropriate manner.
Jones' book brought back many buried memories for me of a time that in many ways (but not all) I wish still existed.