I feel like this book was written for me. Seriously. Just me.
As you’ve probably guessed, I loved Manhood For Amateurs. Chabon is really just a far more successful, talented version of me. He’s a stay-at-home dad; he does the cooking; he’s a writer; he digs pop culture and comic books; he’s not especially talented at home improvement; he’s not ever totally sure on how to be a perfect father.
Chabon writes a brutally honest book of essays in Manhood For Amateurs that delves into all the business I mentioned earlier, as well as his takes on religious holidays, the theft of our nation’s children, the importance of creativity, star gazing, comic book characters and how they influenced his life, David Foster Wallace, and myriad other topics. Though the subjects are wide-ranging, his pleasant writing voice ties them all together and creates a thoroughly insightful and enjoyable experience.
I love Michael Chabon’s fiction, but I’m beginning to think I enjoy his nonfiction even more so. At one minute, he’s discussing political trends with words even I don’t recognize, and then the next moment he’s talking about the chaos of taking his children grocery shopping. Not only do I feel like I can relate to him, I feel as though I can learn from him.
If any of the above sounds interesting to you, then I implore you to buy Manhood for Amateurs. I’m not exaggerating when I say it was a delight.