This book eventually one me over.
The quickest summary I can give it is if forest gump had lived in the 1910s-1930s and done all the quintessential socialist things: been raised by communist family in new york, been a tramp, picket lines, communist party usa, anarchist commune, spanish civil war, disillusionment, etc. And if he'd had a halfie the whole time. (this dude definitely has an old-fashioned sense of who/ what women are. in some ways it was incredibly insightful, though, to be able to hear a radical from this time period candidly talk about sex, men/women, etc.)
Most interesting for me were his dispelling of the more romantic aspects of those days. Tramping for example, he says was awful. Half starved, exhausted and facing the physical and sexual violence of police, bulls and other tramps most of the time.
Or the spanish civil war. He reminds us that it was an actual war, something i embarrassing must admit I never fully considered. He talks about being shot in the neck, the excruciatingly painful and slow ambulance ride from the front during which the person above him died, bleeding and releasing their bowels on him below, the painful recovery and how half the americans that faught died. they were also mainly fighting north african mercenaries, not even necessarily fascists.
his exposure of the abraham lincoln brigades was much appreciated, as well as his take on the american Communist Party and the Popular Front - something Roosevelt was apparently even into.
An added treat for me which I did not expect was his 30-40 page section on Orson Welles, whose assistant he was. I fucking loved this part of the book.
You know which part I didn't like? SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When in the last few pages of the book he casual mentions how he testified against the communist party at grand juries, which wasn't a big deal for him since he worked in the courts as a stenographer. uncomfortable, don't entirely know what to make of that.
i look forward to reading his novel about the spanish civil war, hermanos!
3.5