Lunch Bucket Paradise: A True-Life Novel Kindle Edition
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"The prose is deliciously generous, precise, and evocative. The voice is wonderful, too, and it pulls the reader deeply into organic, metaphorical territory that gracefully illuminates, among other things, the psychic minefield the American family can be. I love this story!"
--Andre Dubus III, House of Sand and Fog
"...a rare find, a book that in so many scenes and shades of story has a eerie prescience for the future of California, even as Fred Setterberg helps us to remember the state's time of innocence and boom.... He's funny, wry, and watchtful - a great tour guide to his own place."
--Susan Straight, author of Take One Candle Light a Room
"This is a growing-up story, a family story, and an American story, part banishment from Eden, part escape: a wonderful, wonderful read."
--Mark Greenside, author of I'll Never Be French and I Saw a Man Hit His Wife
"In electric prose, Lunch Bucket Paradise gives us such a sure, detailed sense of what it was to grow up in the late fifties and early sixties--from the music to the name brands to the carbon-copy houses--that we live and breathe the suburban air."
--Judith Kitchen, author of The House on Eccles Road
"This darkly humorous and affectionate but utterly unsentimental, look at the world of the 'Greatest Generation' recreates a time as lost to us today as our own youth. Fred Setterberg is a storyteller with incisive talent and a large heart."
--John Raeside, founding editor of Oakland's East Bay Express --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
From the Back Cover
Here are the postwar dreams of a working-class California suburb, and the struggles -- comic, tragic, and triumphant -- of those who came of age in that time and place. With wit, tenderness, and masterful storytelling, Fred Setterberg evokes that time when cake mixes, washer-drier combos, and a patch of lawn could inspire hope of even better things to come.
"More than an autobiographical novel, Lunch Bucket Paradise is a lyrical probing into the passion and history of the working class California myth, the American dream."
--Lee Hope, editor, Solstice
"A truly absorbing read: the miracle and the horror of America's post-World War II growth, in parallel with the tumult and hilarity of coming of age in California during a time of fantastically clashing ideals."
--Kristen J. Tsetsi, author of Pretty Much True... --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
- ASIN : B006IVZNPC
- Publisher : Heyday (November 1, 2011)
- Publication date : November 1, 2011
- Language : English
- File size : 727 KB
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 256 pages
- Lending : Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #2,399,941 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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What comes across is the freedom and self-confidence that we felt in those days. A working stiff could support a stay-at-home wife and family. He could feel good about his job without shrill nagging from his putative betters about how he was ruining the environment. He could feel confident that his kids would find a place in society when they grew up. California public school education was about the best in the nation – the exact opposite of today.
The nostalgia was especially poignant for me. I and will raising a second family in my retirement years in Kyiv, Ukraine. Kyiv, like El Cerrito sixty years ago, is a conservative, somewhat religious, homogeneous city. I don't worry about my kids being kidnapped or sexually abused. We all take the bus, and in doing so get to know our neighbors. We shop at neighborhood stores or at the market stalls in the nearest central market, where we know the merchants and they know us. Unlike my grown family in the United States, the kids here are not freighted around like sacks of potatoes strapped in car seats, schlepped from lesson to lesson with the intent of turning out perfect adults. They simply grow up – and seem to do a much better job of it than kids who are the products of comprehensive programs.
Septuagenarians will share my nostalgia. Millennials (those who still read) may develop a bit of an appreciation for what has been lost.