In this "groundbreaking" book ( New York Post ), journalist Nicholas Weinstock talks candidly to men about a topic rarely discussed in the real nature of their relationships with their mothers. Though men may joke about the subject--or simply avoid it--their feelings about their mothers run deep and strong, Weinstock asserts. Here, men open up, sharing their thoughts about the comforts and the conflicts, the struggles for independence, the taboos and the barriers that keep mothers and sons together or drive them apart. In the process, he provides a personal meditation on his own relationship with his mother--a moving, often humorous account that touches upon everything from early-childhood memories to adolescent hostilities to the subtle influence of his mother on his own romantic life.
It makes me sad to know that in raising my sons well, I will be sending them away from me. Why can't we raise sons who spend time with us as mothers and keep us in their psyches without making them "Mama's boys"???
Frankly I needed this book. Being myself an only child and having two sons in their thirties to call my own, perplexity has been a constant. Nicholas Weinstock's book was an intervention to help address "What's it all about?" as my sons and I move along our timelines, sometimes together but oftentimes worlds apart. Weinstock demonstrates the great forces of LOVE and COMMUNICATION as moms and sons unite in an effort to meet somewhere in the middle...
It's an interesting subject to me as the mother of three boys, but the book was just okay--sort of memoir-ish, sort of posing as a cultural study without the bite.