Especially when Calhoun, born in 1976, was growing up. But they’re often more fraught when the dad is a renowned writer. Relationships between daughters and fathers can be difficult. While Calhoun’s Mom makes several memorable appearances, “Also a Poet” is focused on Calhoun’s relationship with her father. An artist posing topless so other painters could paint her wasn’t shocking to the young Calhoun. Calhoun saw the holiday classic with a “dreamboat” poet. Most of us as kids see “The Nutcracker” with an aunt or grandma. “One of the most agreeable children imaginable,” Isherwood said of Calhoun when she was a child, “neither sulky nor sly nor pushy nor ugly, with a charming trustful smile for all of us.” Gay writer Christopher Isherwood, author of “The Berlin Stories,” was among those who Calhoun’s parents hung out with. Not surprisingly, Calhoun didn’t have a typical childhood. “Bruce is no longer the Boss Schjeldahl is!” Steve Martin said of the volume. As The New York Times book critic Molly Young said recently, in his book “Hot, Cold, Heavy, 100 Art Writings 1988-2018,” Schjeldahl received, perhaps, the most awesome blurb ever. Her father Peter Schjeldahl, born in 1942, is a poet and The New Yorker art critic. Later, she was an actress whose most well-known roles were in “Urban Cowboy” and “Family Ties.” Her mother Brooke Alderson started out performing stand-up comedy in lesbian bars. If you’re queer, you know not only how right Tolstoy was, but that family tension makes for riveting reading.Ĭalhoun, a lifelong New Yorker who grew up in the East Village, doesn’t disappoint.
“Happy families are all alike every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way,” Tolstoy wrote in “Anna Karenina.” The Blade may receive commissions from qualifying purchases made via this post. For you, “Magic Season” is a book to look up. If you like your memoirs sweet, but with a dash of spice and some tears, here you go. Rouse excels at filling in the blanks on the other, essential teammates in this tale and, like any big skirmish, readers are left breathless, now knowing the final score until the last out. It may seem to some readers that such a book has been done and done again, but this one feels different.
Which brings us to the father-son-baseball triple-play. That sense of humor can’t seem to let a good story go, even when it’s obvious that there’s something heartbreaking waiting in the bullpen.
“Magic Season” is a 10-hankie book.įirst, though, you’re going to laugh because author Wade Rouse is a natural-born humorist and his family is a great launching-pad for him despite the splinters and near-clawing despair of the overall theme of this book. Just be sure you never take “your eye off it, from beginning to end.” Love, Wade Rouse says, is “shaped like a baseball.” You catch it, throw it, or hit it out of the park, but “You don’t know where it’s going.” Rouse admits that he cried a lot, and he was surprised at the rare times when his father displayed emotion – especially since an Ozarks man like Ted Rouse didn’t do things like that. Rouse accepted, but didn’t like, his father’s alcoholism or his harsh life-lessons: his father didn’t like Rouse’s plans for his own future. In between games, though, and between seasons, there was yelling, cruelty, and all the times when father and son didn’t communicate. When Rouse came out to his father, Cards baseball was what brought them back together after two years of estrangement. It was what saved them when Todd was killed in a motorcycle accident.
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The stats, the players, the idea that “Anything can happen,” the hope that there’d be a World Series at the end of every season was the glue they needed. Specifically, their love of Cardinals baseball became the one passion they shared. He was nothing like his elder brother, Todd, who was a natural hunter, a good sportsman, and an athlete, and their father never let Rouse forget it.Īnd yet, curiously, Rouse and his dad bonded over baseball. He tried, because his father insisted on it but Rouse was better with words and books and thoughts. He couldn’t catch a baseball, either, and he wasn’t much of a runner as a young boy.
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