This book doesn’t have much of a plot, but then neither did
the movie Boyhood. In this case, the primary narrator is Edgar,
a 9-year-old boy growing up in the 30s in New York City. In fact, this novel is sort of a love letter
to New York, guiding us through the streets of the city and eventually through
the 1939 World’s Fair, seen through the eyes of 9-year-old Edgar. His mother Rose and his much older brother
Donald narrate a few chapters, but the book primarily belongs to Edgar. There are funny moments interspersed with sad
moments, frightening moments, and historical events, such as the Hindenburg
disaster and Hitler’s ascension, alongside the occasional family upheaval. The writing is very fluid and, fortunately,
more sophisticated than what we might expect of a young boy. Near the end, he enters an essay contest
whose topic is the Typical American Boy, and that essay neatly sums up who
Edgar is and portrays his writing style, which really is not all that different
from the language used throughout the book.
The peripheral characters are more colorful, actually than the main
family, especially Norma, the attractive mother of Edgar’s pal Mae, and Edgar’s
father’s sisters. Since Edgar’s father
does not narrate any chapters, we see him through Edgar’s and Rose’s eyes, and
the portrait we see of him is a little blurry.
He’s something of a flirt and probably a gambler, but just as Edgar never
witnesses these faults firsthand, neither do we. The author provides a nice little bio of
Donald so that we know how his life turns out, but there are no corresponding
details regarding Edgar’s future. Even
so, what we see of Edgar’s life is much more than a glimpse. He describes his surroundings and his
emotions so vividly that we experience his resistance to surgical anesthesia,
his anguish when he has to give up his dog, and his joy in attending a Giants
football game with his father and brother.
While momentous events are occurring in other parts of the world, this
family experiences their own momentous events, and those are the ones that
shape who they are.
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