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Posted October 23, 2011
This is the story of Josh Lansky, screenwriter and freelance writer and stay at home dad. This is but one day in the mostly frustrating and very busy in his life. He has two children he has to take car e of when his wife is out of town on business. He deals with a son with Asperger's, a girl who is a toddler, mommy groups, come-ons and innuendos and also trying to meet and aging rocker who is a stay at home dad also (possible writing gig).Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
I found this book to be funny and sometimes exasperating as Josh tries to be a father to his children and trying to keep his marriage intact. A fascinating take on fatherhood in today's world.
Posted September 29, 2011
Buy four copies, read three, give away two, keep one.
Funny and a little heartbreaking, sexy and more than a little subversive, insightful and allusive-not adjectives you'd necessarily think would describe a novel about 24 hours in the life of a harried stay-at-home dad. At least not based on my own occasional stay at home experience(s). But in Fathermucker, Greg Olear manages to squeeze all that and more into a single day, making even the most banal aspects of child-rearing (and, let's be honest, there's a lot of them) pretty damn entertaining. This is a book about parenting, about marriage, about gender dynamics, about pop culture-about what it means to be a good father, and a good husband.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Do we need any more of these types of books? I wouldn't have thought so, but the answer appears to be an emphatic yes.
The obvious antecedent is Little Children-as pointed out in the PW review, although they spell Tom Perrotta's name wrong-but aside from the surface element of having stay-at-home dads as central characters, the two books have little in common. Perrotta's main concern seemed to be telling an amusing but unabashedly ready-for-Meg Ryan story, while Olear is on the whole more ambitious, his subversion not just a product of afternoon adultery, but what treads deep (and frighteningly) in the water of the parental soul. By the end of the book, there's not much about Josh Lansky we don't know; his flaws are readily apparent. Olear channels Joyce more than he does Perrotta-although Fathermucker is way more fun-and much shorter-than Ulysses. At least I think it is, since I gave up on Ulysses halfway through and read Beyond The Valley of the Dolls instead.
At any rate, although there are elements of his debut novel, Totally Killer, that survive in this sophomore effort-the engaging first-person narrator, the rude obsession with pop culture, and the MacGuffin of a mystery-this is a different kind of work. It's a "Way We Live Now" sort of story that sharply elbows out a space in the queue to become the definitive stay-at-home dad novel.