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Hardcover
First published May 1, 2003
This is the memoir of a sixty-year-old man who suddenly became unemployed and without means to support himself. He had lived from paycheck-to-paycheck before he lost his job, so his meager savings were quickly drained. However, he apparently never considered seeking another job. For some unexplained reason, the author thought it would be a good idea to become a roadside panhandler of the type that sits at the interstate exits with a sign. His experiences in this vein are the crux of this tale.
Author Bruce Moody never reveals why he became unemployed or why he deemed himself unemployable. That was disappointing, for the only reason I continued reading was to find out why he never sought a steady job.
Moody was never homeless; he managed to pay rent for an apartment.
This story is wordy and pretentious. The author is plenty self-absorbed, but he is not self-aware.
Here’s a quote that perfectly encapsulates the book, the author, and the author’s outlook: To Bruce Moody, some donations are more appreciated than others. Moody describes the sheer tedium of sitting beside a road for hours every day at the same stoplight, seeking eye contact with every driver, awaiting the next donation. He describes an encounter with a child’s gift in this fashion:
“A woman stops down the line and lets her daughter hand me a quarter. ‘It’s her lunch money,” she boasts disgracefully.” (p.100).
Whaaaat?
“...she boasts disgracefully.”(??)
Okay…
Gift horse, meet mouth. This is wrong. In many ways.
When the book ends, the author is still broke and jobless.
My rating: 7/10 finished 12/12/21(3595).