A travel book for those of us who never travel, who never want to travel. Patchogue is a village on Long Island sixty miles from New York City. After a prologue of “facts” about Patchogue calling to mind the opening of Moby-Dick , Thomas McGonigle’s acclaimed novel divides naturally into three the going to, the being in, and the coming back from Patchogue by way of Bulgaria, Turkey, and Italy. The trip to and from assumes the contours of the oldest journey of the search for paradise, impelled by the disappointment of reality.
See comments for ST PATRICK'S DAY for more on my views of Tom's work as a whole.
We did an Author2Author together during the rollout of The Short Fall, where I briefly discuss this book & his work more generally: http://beatrice.com/wordpress/2013/11...