Another Bullshit Night in Suck City by Nick Flynn (2004)

Flynn is very matter-of-fact about his life, which by any measure is pretty tough, but he does not try to evoke sympathy. I liked hearing about the day-to-day procedures at the shelter, about the men who are regulars there. He passes no judgment on the homeless or blame them for their situation. His descriptions of his father were similarly distant, but filled with the kinds of details that painted a lifelike portrait. He describes another side of Boston, one that I know is there but only catch glimpses of.
But the book isn’t just a chronological listing of facts. Flynn plays with narrative styles, including a short one-act play, a stream-of-conciousness chapter, and peppers the text with quotes from Shakespeare. Rather than desctracting from the topics at hand, these excursions seem appropriate to a memoir about two men prone to wandering and aimlessness. I’m happy that Nick Flynn has found the success he father always craved, and now that his memoir is soon to be made into a movie, it seems that continued success is assured. But don’t wait for the movie – read the book now!
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