By James Brown
Stricken by the suicides of either his siblings, inheritor to alcohol and drug abuse, divorce, and financial ruin, novelist James Brown lived a existence clouded through habit, damaged gives you, and depression. superbly written and limned with darkish humor, those twelve deeply confessional, interconnected chapters handle own failure, heartbreak, the rigors of writing for Hollywood, and the life-shattering occasions that at last confident Brown he needs to "change or die."
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Let go. ” His breath smells of whiskey, his collar of sawdust and sweat. My father is a building contractor, a good one, a real finish man who charges people according to what he thinks they can afford, and they often take advantage of him.
But I’m not about to voice it. I’m prepared to wait as long as it takes. Two or three hours. The whole day. My main concern is that the executive hasn’t forgotten about me, that I’m out here, that I exist in this room with this window overlooking Forest Lawn where my brother is buried. The assistant assures me that it won’t be much longer. “He’s wrapping up a deal,” he says, “but it’s just details now. ” Of course I’d like to hear about the deal and its details, even the smallest ones, but I know that it isn’t any of my business.
The waitress brings her coffee, and afterward, when we’ve ordered and eaten our breakfast, we return to the car in the parking lot of the motel. For most of the ride home that morning we say little. It’s still foggy out and she is concentrating on the road. Highway 101 runs parallel to San Francisco Bay, and I look out over the gray choppy waters as we drive. We pass Candlestick Park, where our father once took us to watch the Shriners’ all-star game. We pass the San Francisco airport. We pass through the sprawling suburbs of Brisbane, Burlingame and Palo Alto and then we are back, moving along the familiar streets of San Jose where again, while we are stopped for a red light, I catch a couple of men staring at my mother.