Remembering "the Guy"
Every gang of teenage male friends has someone who is "the Guy". He has all the best ideas, can always get a car, is wise in the ways of girls, and knows bars where they don't card. He always has a pal or knows someone who can get you in to wherever it is you want to go. When he smiles at a diner waitress at 2:00 a.m., she smiles back. All of the Moms think he's charming and responsible and you can get permission to go along on any road trip if the Guy's going to be there.
This book is a specific example/memory piece of one such guy, Jamie, written by his best friend. It starts in New Trier High School, and since that's the same school where Ferris Bueller and all of those John Hughes "Pretty in Pink" people went to school, you know the book's bona fides are legit. It's actually sort of a fictionalized nonfiction memoir, but that's O.K. because a little embroidering in the service of a larger goal is fine.
I thought this might end up being a sort of shaggy dog story that would run out of steam. But it is much more than that. Because Cohen takes a modest and low key approach it's a little deceptive, and it takes you a while to realize and appreciate just how well written this book is. It's not just manic tales and socko adventures. There's not even much of that. It's lots of little bits - sometimes a page long, maybe a paragraph, even just a line - but they add up to something that feels true and authentic about the daily job of just growing up. It's a bit wistful, but has a bit of an air of a survivor's pride. Cohen understands now some of the things he remembers from then, and that understanding informs his story.
And the book really works on two levels. On one hand you enjoy the skill with which Cohen tells his story and you appreciate the people and events and sensations he recounts. On a different level, though, his writing reminds you of people and events and sensations from your own life, (if you're the right age), and these memories, if you are lucky, are warm and tinged with the generous humanity Cohen brings to his writing.
Sure, once we get to college it's all about Cohen, and his time at the New Yorker is the same. Interesting, but not universally interesting. It kept my interest because Cohen is such an engaging writer, but mostly because I knew we were going to have to circle back to Jamie by the end. And that ending, which isn't socko, but which nicely wraps up the book, was worth the wait.
So, this is a memorable and satisfying book, and a real writer's book with quality touches too numerous to mention. A nice, mellow find.