I love Mordecai Richler, but would have appreciated more stories and fewer essays in this collection. Montreal in the 1950s is long gone. Yet Richler describes how his old neighborhood has become abandoned and dusty, something that no longer holds true today.
The few short stories here retain the atmosphere of long ago. The lively characters and themes remain relevant. The family members and neighbors might gripe a lot, but they are vivid and real. They don't knock themselves out to impress others, and they enjoy themselves thoroughly. In a story, the neighbourhood women relax by the water, in their bras and bloomers, eating, yelling, laughing, I loved them. But their teenage boys scramble up and over to the expensive resort where a sign states "Gentiles Only." On that beach, the umbrellas are more colourful, hair is styled, fashionable bathing suits are worn, but no one is having actual fun.
Anti-Semitism is still very much with us. People seem to lose their vibrancy as they strive to move into upwardly bound roles. Despair still wipes out the most vulnerable. These happenings for me, are best shown in stories.