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This intensely personal and engaging memoir is the coming-of-age story of a white boy growing up in a neighborhood of predominantly African American and Latino housing projects on New York’s Lower East Side. Vividly evoking the details of city life from a child’s point of view―the streets, buses, and playgrounds―Honky poignantly illuminates the usual vulnerabilities of childhood complicated by unusual circumstances. As he narrates these sharply etched and often funny memories, Conley shows how race and class shaped his life and the lives of his schoolmates and neighbors. A brilliant case study for illuminating the larger issues of inequality in American society, Honky brings us to a deeper understanding of the privilege of whiteness, the social construction of race, the power of education, and the challenges of inner-city life.
Conley’s father, a struggling artist, and his mother, an aspiring writer, joined Manhattan’s bohemian subculture in the late 1960s, living on food stamps and raising their family in a housing project. We come to know his mother: her quirky tastes, her robust style, and the bargains she strikes with Dalton―not to ride on the backs of buses, and to always carry money in his shoe as protection against muggers. We also get to know his father, his face buried in racing forms, and his sister, who in grade school has a burning desire for cornrows. From the hilarious story of three-year-old Dalton kidnapping a black infant so he could have a baby sister to the deeply disturbing shooting of a close childhood friend, this memoir touches us with movingly rendered portraits of people and the unfolding of their lives.
Conley’s story provides a sophisticated example of the crucial role culture plays in defining race and class. Both of Conley’s parents retained the "cultural capital" of the white middle class, and they passed this on to their son in the form of tastes, educational expectations, and a general sense of privilege. It is these advantages that ultimately provide Conley with his ticket to higher education and beyond. A tremendously good read, Honky addresses issues both timely and timeless that pertain to us all.
Conley’s father, a struggling artist, and his mother, an aspiring writer, joined Manhattan’s bohemian subculture in the late 1960s, living on food stamps and raising their family in a housing project. We come to know his mother: her quirky tastes, her robust style, and the bargains she strikes with Dalton―not to ride on the backs of buses, and to always carry money in his shoe as protection against muggers. We also get to know his father, his face buried in racing forms, and his sister, who in grade school has a burning desire for cornrows. From the hilarious story of three-year-old Dalton kidnapping a black infant so he could have a baby sister to the deeply disturbing shooting of a close childhood friend, this memoir touches us with movingly rendered portraits of people and the unfolding of their lives.
Conley’s story provides a sophisticated example of the crucial role culture plays in defining race and class. Both of Conley’s parents retained the "cultural capital" of the white middle class, and they passed this on to their son in the form of tastes, educational expectations, and a general sense of privilege. It is these advantages that ultimately provide Conley with his ticket to higher education and beyond. A tremendously good read, Honky addresses issues both timely and timeless that pertain to us all.
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First published September 11, 2000
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June 14, 2007
One of the best books I've ever read about the divide, not only between races, but between classes. The author is a sociologist, and the book a memoir of his coming of age in housing projects of NYC's lower east side. The son of two struggling artists, and part of a white family living in a predominantly black and latino area, he recounts personal experiences about privilege, social constructs, what doors are open and shut and to whom, and the general challenges of inner city life. Very honest and well-written, funny and tragic, and a compelling read.
April 4, 2013
While Dalton Conley’s "Honky" may be a good primer for many privileged kids, it does nothing to expand on the social conditions of those living in poverty. The trajectory of the author’s life as he tells it, seems to widen the racial gap even further. For a great part of the narrative, the author does count his blessings, and although I don’t blame him, he fails to see his opportunities from the eyes of his neighbors who didn’t have the same cultural capital as his family did. More often than not, he reflects on the what ifs of his life, beginning with “I wonder what would have happened had my mother not been white,” when she entered a hospital lab without permission, to questioning what would have befallen him if he were not white after starting a fire in a upscale Chelsea loft. Conley pulls away from expanding on what might have happened if he were of a different race thus taking away from further discussion on the issues of race.
Throughout the book, he develops friendships with the neighborhood kids, but they seem to be used as a device for comparing the lives they had and eventually led. Conley could have done a better job examining the causes of these life differences rather than merely pointing to the fact that he was very lucky because of his skin color. One example of this is when he first started school and did not receive corporal punishment when those around him did. By examining why “the other parents had requested that their children be physically disciplined,” he could have drawn on the works of Albert Memmi and the historical impacts of colonization. It is unfortunate his family could not afford to live in a better neighborhood, but they had the chance to move up. Those around him did not, and pausing to examine why for the reader would have strengthened the story. Conley writes about the advantages he had growing up, but fails to explain why such opportunities were available to him and not to others.
Throughout the book, he develops friendships with the neighborhood kids, but they seem to be used as a device for comparing the lives they had and eventually led. Conley could have done a better job examining the causes of these life differences rather than merely pointing to the fact that he was very lucky because of his skin color. One example of this is when he first started school and did not receive corporal punishment when those around him did. By examining why “the other parents had requested that their children be physically disciplined,” he could have drawn on the works of Albert Memmi and the historical impacts of colonization. It is unfortunate his family could not afford to live in a better neighborhood, but they had the chance to move up. Those around him did not, and pausing to examine why for the reader would have strengthened the story. Conley writes about the advantages he had growing up, but fails to explain why such opportunities were available to him and not to others.
August 27, 2014
Short, entertaining book on growing up white in a black/hispanic neighborhood. An important look at the ways it was easier for him to escape the neighborhood than it was for many of his friends. Too many people still want to ignore the benefits being white gives you in American society.
The rest of this review is going to be telling a few of my stories of my similar experiences. For more on the book, read one of the other 104 reviews.
I grew up about the same time period as Honky, but in Lawrence, Kansas. Because we lived in a "bad" neighborhood, from kindergarten through fourth grade, I went to a school several miles away, instead of the school just a couple of blocks from our house. But in fifth and sixth grade, that school ran out of room, and the district said I had to attend the school down the street.
Though I remember being scared as hell the first day, it turned out to be a great experience for me. There were only a few other white kids at the school, and I was the only one who could be considered middle class. But in that school, being middle class meant I was quickly labeled as the "rich kid." My junior high was fairly poor, too, so it wasn't until high school that I found out that much of the city was better off than me, and I wasn't so rich after all. But I grew up appreciating all I had. I was the "rich kid," so I knew I didn't have much to complain about compared to my peers. All my friends lived across the street from me in a low-income housing project. They looked across the street and saw me living in what looked like a mansion. So my advantages weren't so subtle in most cases, and I knew I had it good.
Conley writes in Honky about the trouble he gets into and easily escapes because he is white. I didn't do anything quite as shocking as Conley writes about, but one story from junior high sticks out. My friend David and I were in English class when he dropped his pencil and bent down to pick it up. I kicked him in the butt and sent him sprawling to the floor. The teacher immediately told him to go to the principal's office. Not selling me out (yet), he protested, "For falling out of my chair?" She just told him to shut up and go.
Once at the principal's office, David fessed up to the whole story, but the principal wouldn't believe it, asking, "Do you know how many times Jay has been sent down to the office during his years here?" "Probably none," my friend, replied. "That's right. Now, do you want me to call him down here and find out what really happened?" David: "Yeah, go ahead." Principal: "I don't think that will be necessary. Go sit in the hall."
So, I did something wrong, and David was punished. Was it because I was white, and David was hispanic? Did I never get in trouble because I was white or because I was good? Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
The rest of this review is going to be telling a few of my stories of my similar experiences. For more on the book, read one of the other 104 reviews.
I grew up about the same time period as Honky, but in Lawrence, Kansas. Because we lived in a "bad" neighborhood, from kindergarten through fourth grade, I went to a school several miles away, instead of the school just a couple of blocks from our house. But in fifth and sixth grade, that school ran out of room, and the district said I had to attend the school down the street.
Though I remember being scared as hell the first day, it turned out to be a great experience for me. There were only a few other white kids at the school, and I was the only one who could be considered middle class. But in that school, being middle class meant I was quickly labeled as the "rich kid." My junior high was fairly poor, too, so it wasn't until high school that I found out that much of the city was better off than me, and I wasn't so rich after all. But I grew up appreciating all I had. I was the "rich kid," so I knew I didn't have much to complain about compared to my peers. All my friends lived across the street from me in a low-income housing project. They looked across the street and saw me living in what looked like a mansion. So my advantages weren't so subtle in most cases, and I knew I had it good.
Conley writes in Honky about the trouble he gets into and easily escapes because he is white. I didn't do anything quite as shocking as Conley writes about, but one story from junior high sticks out. My friend David and I were in English class when he dropped his pencil and bent down to pick it up. I kicked him in the butt and sent him sprawling to the floor. The teacher immediately told him to go to the principal's office. Not selling me out (yet), he protested, "For falling out of my chair?" She just told him to shut up and go.
Once at the principal's office, David fessed up to the whole story, but the principal wouldn't believe it, asking, "Do you know how many times Jay has been sent down to the office during his years here?" "Probably none," my friend, replied. "That's right. Now, do you want me to call him down here and find out what really happened?" David: "Yeah, go ahead." Principal: "I don't think that will be necessary. Go sit in the hall."
So, I did something wrong, and David was punished. Was it because I was white, and David was hispanic? Did I never get in trouble because I was white or because I was good? Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
November 19, 2012
An entertaining and quick read about a challenging childhood in the rougher New York of the 70's and 80's. Conley is a skilled writer who manages to stay away from too much sentimentality about his childhood- the only white kid in a government housing project in the Lower East side of Manhattan. Raised by artists and surrounded by violence and crime, the author uses his training in sociology to comment on how his race and socioeconomic background gave him an unseen advantage. The book is slightly more clinical than a typical memoir but still emotional enough to drive the narrative. If you are a memoir fan, I would recommend it! It is especially enjoyable if you want to learn more about New York when it wasn't quite as sanitized and gentrified.
June 15, 2012
A powerful memoir and sociological work of nonfiction, Honky is a read for anyone who hasn't got all the answers to questions about class and race in America, particularly in New York City.
Growing up through the 1970's and 1980's, Dalton Conley experiences a somewhat unique environment, learning how to be the minority on a small scale while gradually learning that being white makes him the majority. He is treated differently than his peers and he struggles to understand his treatment as a function of race, class, or individual personality; a problem we have all faced at one time or another.
Conley, in the Epilogue, summarizes his understanding of mobility within race and class in America with a metaphor about driving a car. From the driver's seat, we can escape, hitting the gas, taking any road that we like. But from above, the view of a helicopter perhaps, all the drivers on the road move in "ebbs and flows of traffic...traffic flow seems absurdly constrained and rhythmically patterned." The control and individual freedom that we sometimes believe we have is just a part of the larger system of roads, of opportunities that are much more limited than we can perceive from within.
New York City has evolved in many ways socially and racially over Conley’s lifetime. He currently lives in Manhattan in the neighborhood of Chelsea, commuting to Yale University where he works as a social scientist. He has studied at both University of Berkley and Yale University. Conley says in the Author’s Note, “Since Honky is based on lived experience, it is as much about what is not understood as it is about what is grasped. It is about the sense-making of children more than professionals. In short, it is about literary truths, not scientific ones.”
Growing up through the 1970's and 1980's, Dalton Conley experiences a somewhat unique environment, learning how to be the minority on a small scale while gradually learning that being white makes him the majority. He is treated differently than his peers and he struggles to understand his treatment as a function of race, class, or individual personality; a problem we have all faced at one time or another.
Conley, in the Epilogue, summarizes his understanding of mobility within race and class in America with a metaphor about driving a car. From the driver's seat, we can escape, hitting the gas, taking any road that we like. But from above, the view of a helicopter perhaps, all the drivers on the road move in "ebbs and flows of traffic...traffic flow seems absurdly constrained and rhythmically patterned." The control and individual freedom that we sometimes believe we have is just a part of the larger system of roads, of opportunities that are much more limited than we can perceive from within.
New York City has evolved in many ways socially and racially over Conley’s lifetime. He currently lives in Manhattan in the neighborhood of Chelsea, commuting to Yale University where he works as a social scientist. He has studied at both University of Berkley and Yale University. Conley says in the Author’s Note, “Since Honky is based on lived experience, it is as much about what is not understood as it is about what is grasped. It is about the sense-making of children more than professionals. In short, it is about literary truths, not scientific ones.”
July 24, 2009
Honky sounds like it would be right up my alley, but the book itself wasn't an interesting as I'd hoped. Conley needs to work on his storytelling -- it often feels more like a book report than a memoir.
January 1, 2010
A lively, touching, and charming memoir that is an easy and quick book to read, even though the author is a Yale sociologist more famous for his academic work The Pecking Order. Don't let his credentials intimidate you: this would be an excellent book for a discussion group read, for high school seniors and up, to get a conversation going about the social constructions of race, class, and ethnicity, and what it's like to be the odd man out, the one slightly different from the rest. As the son of eccentric artistic types who chose to live in a bad neighborhood project in lower Manhattan, Conley grows up in the 70s the one white kid in a minority mix dominated by African Americans and Puerto Ricans. Add a blurring of his WASP and Jewish forefathers' traditions and heritages to the mix.
Too often memoirs nowadays tend to glorify the writer, usually cast as a victim overcoming seemingly insurmountable odds--this usually strikes me as self-indulgent and negligent of a range of forces, groups, and individuals who no doubt were big helps along the way. I like very much Conley's approach here, inverting that common stance. He doesn't sugar coat the tough times and struggles, but he notes how even as the only white kid in the mix, more often than not he actually gets away with things or comes out of scrapes with less personal impact and suffering than his darker skinned or thicker accented neighborhood crew. There is humor to be found here, as well as insight, and a disturbing but wise recognition that while many things in life just aren't fair, some of the great heroes are largely unknown chracters worthy of true admiration and praise because though they might have fallen or been wounded in what for many is the struggle for daily existence, yet all along the way they treated those around them, whatever their color or class, with dignity, kindness, and respect.
Conley's recollections critique not only the society, but also the various (often conflicting and/or inept) bureaucracies established to deal with social injustice. Some of the more compelling passages include a Head Start girl fight over a Barbie doll; strategies to gain status by picking up Happy Days plot lines and character developments by eavesdropping; and a historic junior high school confrontation between the fans of classic rock and those of disco, who also were clearly divided by fashion sense, ethnicity, class, and race.
Too often memoirs nowadays tend to glorify the writer, usually cast as a victim overcoming seemingly insurmountable odds--this usually strikes me as self-indulgent and negligent of a range of forces, groups, and individuals who no doubt were big helps along the way. I like very much Conley's approach here, inverting that common stance. He doesn't sugar coat the tough times and struggles, but he notes how even as the only white kid in the mix, more often than not he actually gets away with things or comes out of scrapes with less personal impact and suffering than his darker skinned or thicker accented neighborhood crew. There is humor to be found here, as well as insight, and a disturbing but wise recognition that while many things in life just aren't fair, some of the great heroes are largely unknown chracters worthy of true admiration and praise because though they might have fallen or been wounded in what for many is the struggle for daily existence, yet all along the way they treated those around them, whatever their color or class, with dignity, kindness, and respect.
Conley's recollections critique not only the society, but also the various (often conflicting and/or inept) bureaucracies established to deal with social injustice. Some of the more compelling passages include a Head Start girl fight over a Barbie doll; strategies to gain status by picking up Happy Days plot lines and character developments by eavesdropping; and a historic junior high school confrontation between the fans of classic rock and those of disco, who also were clearly divided by fashion sense, ethnicity, class, and race.
November 30, 2011
This book was really good, not just because of the way it was written but because of the accuracy and realism of reacism within schools and american youth. Not only did I enjoy this book because it was intresting, I enjoyed it because I could really connect with the author and book. This is a memoir about Dalton Conely who is a white boy with two artistic parents who grows up in a largly black and latino area. He grows up in the projects in New York City and attends school there. as a kid he doesn't fully understand race and the fact that whites are seen as a mojority in american society. He was in a particular situation: He was too poor to be seen and accepted by middle-class white groups, but he was also too white to be accepted by the gangs that were in his neighboorhood and school. as he grows older and observes racial social behaviors and situations he starts to become self-concious and even guitly. this book seemed like a social-expirament in a sense because the author is in an unusal and uncommon postion. He must assimilate himself to two groups that he has indentified himself with, but they have not identified and accepted him. this book was a very intresting and different perspective on race in america. Its different and rare to see a white person as a minority and to see him trying to assimilate with other races. it was a book that gave me a different perspective on race.
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January 8, 2011This is a memoir about a kid whose parents, who are free-thinking whites, are poor enough that they live in the lower east side of Manhattan at a time when that area was mostly black and Puerto Rican. These parents are not too attuned to their children and pretty much the Dalton grows up on the streets of lower Manhattan as a white minority. His descriptions are great, his insight unique. Having myself grown up on the streets of the same island, but a world away on the upper east side, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book and looking into his world through a totally different window.
January 14, 2016
It was a good interesting read. Well written. Above all, it gave a good portrait of what it was like growing up in the projects of New York. It missed the mark on providing clear examples of white privilege as it set out to do.
September 3, 2018
Dolton Conley did an extraordinary job in describing what it was like growing up with mostly with American Descendants of Slaves.
Was a telling read.
Was a telling read.
April 25, 2012
Very interesting and quick read through a white man's journey of growing up in NYC's housing projects in the 70s and 80s. He offers both comical as well as sad tales involving race and class. Some of the stories relate to many of our own tales of growing up, while others are jarring.
One of the most fascinating parts of the book (albeit predictable) are the different cultural rules for fitting in between his public school in the projects vs. a school he later attends, much more affluent and white, in Greenwich Village. In the projects, "snaps" about someone's mama "Your mama is so fat she needs 2 seats on the bus" is the way to fit in, whereas in the wealthier school, intelligence and the wealth of one's parents were the indicator of high social standing.
*Some things never change...some of the city kids I work with were telling me that the mama jokes continue to this day. They are immigrant kids from Burma who keep asking me, "Why do the kids keep talking about my mom?!" while I laughed out loud.
One of the most fascinating parts of the book (albeit predictable) are the different cultural rules for fitting in between his public school in the projects vs. a school he later attends, much more affluent and white, in Greenwich Village. In the projects, "snaps" about someone's mama "Your mama is so fat she needs 2 seats on the bus" is the way to fit in, whereas in the wealthier school, intelligence and the wealth of one's parents were the indicator of high social standing.
*Some things never change...some of the city kids I work with were telling me that the mama jokes continue to this day. They are immigrant kids from Burma who keep asking me, "Why do the kids keep talking about my mom?!" while I laughed out loud.
October 19, 2009
I give this book a thumbs up because it’s really an eye opening read. It really makes you reflect on how you look at everything in your life and what influences you or helps guide you towards your decision making. One essential quote that really stuck out to me while reading Honky was “This is the privilege of the middle and upper cases in America---the right to make up the reasons things turn out the way they do, to construct our own narratives rather than having the media do it for us.” I really related to this statement being in the lower class of this country and having no positive say in how the media portrays us, leading to how people in general judge us. Overall this book is great and I’d advise it to anyone interested in social issues.
December 2, 2012
this is an excellent book that gives keen perspective on race and class in America. the writing flowed easily and it was a quick, entertaining, informative read. I haven't been this riveted about a book in a while.
July 12, 2018
Overall I appreciated the story, of Conley's path through NYC and life as a kid, but for me the book was far too full of details and grew long-winded at times. I also felt the "lessons" offered were ham-handed, clumsily inserted at the end of events.
December 10, 2018
This book has a unique take on diversity. It is the story of a white male in a black community. I thought that it was interesting, even though it was slow at times. It does discuss a lot of the hard things that happen in minority communities which I think is important to address.
September 23, 2015
A great read about growing up white in the projects of NYC and how race is perceived (or not) as one grows older. The authors tics and unique quirks remind me a bit of a distant Sedaris cousin.
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June 23, 2020Honky is Dalton Conley’s story of growing up learning about race and class. Conley, a professor at New York University, has been studying sociology for, arguably, his entire life. Conley grew up in the Masaryk Tower housing project in Manhattan’s Lower East Side. Most of the others families living in the project were Black or Puerto Rican, and all were poor. Conley, whose identity covers all the bases (religious- Jewish, nationality- Irish, English and American, and race- white) began learning about the weighty subjects of race and class while many of his peers were just delving into their reading, writing and arithmetic. The racial differences between Conley and his neighborhood friends, and the class differences between him and his classmates at his upper crust high school meant that he was constantly drifting from one cohesive, well-defined group to another without ever becoming a true member of either. Conley left his Lower East Side neighborhood first as a high schooler commuting to a better school and later as a UC Berkeley undergrad. Conley learned through firsthand experience how race and class affect not only social grouping but a person’s access to opportunities and capacity for social mobility as well. Honky, his memoir, can get people of all backgrounds thinking about race, class and our country’s complicated social structure. We created this social structure, and Conley shows how it is now recreating us. Conley is a great story-teller and he writes with humor. I would highly recommend this book to anyone interested in sociology.
How does the book apply to my job? I’ve brought some pretty privilege-heavy baggage with me to Hubbs and I need to be aware of it in order to do my job well. Conley’s exploration of race, class and everything in between helps me think more carefully about my year as a volunteer and where I fit in at Hubbs Center. It’s important stuff to be thinking about, and Honky is an interesting and enjoyable read to keep the thinking going.
How does the book apply to my job? I’ve brought some pretty privilege-heavy baggage with me to Hubbs and I need to be aware of it in order to do my job well. Conley’s exploration of race, class and everything in between helps me think more carefully about my year as a volunteer and where I fit in at Hubbs Center. It’s important stuff to be thinking about, and Honky is an interesting and enjoyable read to keep the thinking going.
December 7, 2019
Dalton Conley born June 16, 1969 went to college in New York university then Berkeley & lastly Columbia to study to be a professor in sociology at Princeton University. He later in the year 2000 wrote Honky an autobiography on his life and upbringing as the only white kid living in the projects and his point of view on that. my favorite part was when he used his emergency shoe money on candy and his mom found out it reminds me of something that I would do. well my least favorite parts was when Jerome one of my favorite characters got shot in the neck and later became paralyzed. The main characters of the story is Dalton Conley his mother Mrs.Conley his little sister, his Father, Jerome his bestfriend there are many other people he meets but these are the ones that stuck throughout his upbringing in the story. my favorite character was Dalton’s mom she was a good mom and she supported Dalton throughout any of his decisions and always wanted the best for him. I could relate to Dalton and his upbringing because I was the only Spanish kid in elementary school North Carolina and was trying to find someone to relate to just like Dalton did throughout the book. I like the book because it shows the other perspective on serious topics and similar upbringings we all share I would recommend this book to anyone who likes autobiographies and people who want to see and understand a different perspective on what it’s like to be white and living in the projects .
March 9, 2024
The Village Voice blurb calling this a "comic memoir" is what got me to pick it up. I thought it might be something like Mishna Wolff's "I'm Down." I think the humor began and ended with his very first anecdote about his walking away with an infant because he wanted a baby sister so badly.
I found the first few chapters to be rather dry, and then I settled in to the story. I've read a number of books with a sociological bent, or written by sociologists. "Random Family," "There Are No Children Here" "Evicted" and "Poverty By America" immediately come to mind, this book by comparison was just okay.
It felt sort of sheepish. He laid out his experiences warts and all with a sort of shrug. All of the most devastating and visceral events happened to other people. At one point, he just seemed to be getting in the way of his friend Jerome's story. Jerome had the story -- heartbreaking, riveting, and inspirational. That's the story I wanted to hear in detail.
He doesn't dwell much on his father, but what he does tell us about him makes me think of Jeannette Walls allergic to work father in "The Glass Castle," or even Butterscotch Horseman from the show Bojack Horseman.
At the end of the book when he reveals that he now works at Yale, I immediately thought of JD Vance the smug author of "Hillbilly Elegy."
It's readable enough, but he doesn't come to any profound conclusions. It seemed to be summed up as, "I can't say it was racism..." shrug.
I found the first few chapters to be rather dry, and then I settled in to the story. I've read a number of books with a sociological bent, or written by sociologists. "Random Family," "There Are No Children Here" "Evicted" and "Poverty By America" immediately come to mind, this book by comparison was just okay.
It felt sort of sheepish. He laid out his experiences warts and all with a sort of shrug. All of the most devastating and visceral events happened to other people. At one point, he just seemed to be getting in the way of his friend Jerome's story. Jerome had the story -- heartbreaking, riveting, and inspirational. That's the story I wanted to hear in detail.
He doesn't dwell much on his father, but what he does tell us about him makes me think of Jeannette Walls allergic to work father in "The Glass Castle," or even Butterscotch Horseman from the show Bojack Horseman.
At the end of the book when he reveals that he now works at Yale, I immediately thought of JD Vance the smug author of "Hillbilly Elegy."
It's readable enough, but he doesn't come to any profound conclusions. It seemed to be summed up as, "I can't say it was racism..." shrug.
November 16, 2017
Things happen. The things are sequential, and important, but they don't build up to anything other than the eventual moving to Whiteville and further-eventual writing this book.
Maybe the problem is I'm bad about memoirs. Maybe the problem is that I was a sociology major so none of this is all that surprising.
I'd recommend it to someone who won't be surprised but has trouble elucidating the issue, or to someone who would be surprised and would have something to think about (instead of going straight to disbelief), but past that... ehh. It was never within DNF range, but it never caught my interest either.
Maybe the problem is I'm bad about memoirs. Maybe the problem is that I was a sociology major so none of this is all that surprising.
I'd recommend it to someone who won't be surprised but has trouble elucidating the issue, or to someone who would be surprised and would have something to think about (instead of going straight to disbelief), but past that... ehh. It was never within DNF range, but it never caught my interest either.
February 24, 2020
I might write a deeper review later, but not right now.
I was often times surprised in this story. The direction of the narrator's bitterness was unexpected and refreshing. He seemed less at odds with his neighborhood and had more resentment against his own white privilege in a very poor community. The more he tried to fit in, the less he did, by the very circumstance that he was white. This was a very refreshing read and an unexpected view into the world of the 'have nots and never will haves.' That is the most non-bigoted way I can say it, and if you read this book, you might share my new view.
I might write more, but I probably won't.
I was often times surprised in this story. The direction of the narrator's bitterness was unexpected and refreshing. He seemed less at odds with his neighborhood and had more resentment against his own white privilege in a very poor community. The more he tried to fit in, the less he did, by the very circumstance that he was white. This was a very refreshing read and an unexpected view into the world of the 'have nots and never will haves.' That is the most non-bigoted way I can say it, and if you read this book, you might share my new view.
I might write more, but I probably won't.
November 4, 2022
The book Honky was made by a boy named Dalton Conley who grew up in Lower Manhattan Of New York City in 1960s. The book was about his struggles as a white boy in a colored neighborhood.The struggles he faced as an kid like he got hit by his teacher and the school didn't do anything when it was reported by his mom and his friend was shot by a stray bullet out of nowhere. I liked how he mad the book based on a true story and its his own and I liked how he would refer to himself as “Dalton didn't do that”.I didn’t like how did not describe his sister more but he described his parents and neighborhood clearly.My Funny Favorite Line was probably when he said “Dalton pee pee might get cut off”
July 27, 2019
A most discerning bildungsroman about growing up white in an impoverished black neighborhood in New York in the 80s and 90s. Each chapter focuses on a vignette detailing how the delicate combination of race and class impacted his development as a child and teenager entering adulthood. At once both heartbreaking and empowering, Conley deftly reveals through a very personal lens a slice of New York City social history in the late 1900s.
Conley's relationships with friends alternate between depictions of childhood closeness, and the requisite cruelty that comes with growing up. But he is also quick to acknowledge that his lot, his situation, affords him certain privileges from which his black and brown peers did not benefit.
Conley's relationships with friends alternate between depictions of childhood closeness, and the requisite cruelty that comes with growing up. But he is also quick to acknowledge that his lot, his situation, affords him certain privileges from which his black and brown peers did not benefit.
January 7, 2022
This is a memoir based on the life of a white kid growing up in a mostly ethnic neighborhood of Alphabet City, Manhattan in the 70’s. Recommended to me by James “The King” Austin, I read it in a day and loved every page. I also truly got into the memoir style of his writing. It’s hard for anyone to remember life when they were 7 years old, but Dalton crafted an intriguing tale of race relations from the perspective of a caucasion boy surrounded by cultural and social injustice. This one comes highly recommended.
October 30, 2024
Another good exploration of class in America. Last one I read was in a rural setting, this time urban. It also had the added layer of exploring race along with it which made it interesting. Also I think the first time that I have read or watched anything where a white person has talked at length about being aware of their own race and the way it has affected their life. I find reading stuff like this interesting because you constantly see politicians talk about the causes and cures for poverty and people with lived experience in that often have very different thoughts.
March 25, 2025
Clocking in at a mere 200 pages, what a clever, beautiful, complex snapshot of a sociology-professor-in-the-making, being raised in New York in the 1970s, growing up in subsidized housing/projects, finagling a way into a better funded junior high, and miraculously righting his academic path. But the thing that makes this memoir so incredible and unforgettable is his navigation of his different peer groups, mostly black and Latino, and also his one-on-one friendships with rich kids and poor kids. A must-read for any New Yorker.
April 30, 2020
This book was very good, but I wouldn't call it great. The author is clearly in a unique social position, and his experience was very interesting to learn about. That being said, the writing style I feel he was going for was storylike, and the one he executed was dry, making for an odd reading experience. I am glad I read this book, but there are others on similar topics I would recommend to folks before this one.
July 5, 2023
Man, NYC in the 70s really seems like it was the best of times and it was the worst of times. This book captures both the electric poetry and the imminent danger of growing up in an incredible cultural melting pot that was on the verge of falling apart; it's got anecdotes that seem magical and which will make your skin crawl. This is a really concise and precise picture of a bygone time that seems special in retrospect but which I am glad that I didn't have to live through
April 16, 2020
Growing up in Detroit, I had some similar experiences to what Mr. Conley had in NYC. Certainly not identical, but there were some strong " I remember that" moments. I would recommend the book to anyone who had a sheltered suburban background, though I was hoping for Conley to go deeper into how his experiences shaped his adulthood.
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