Man and Boy: A Novel

Man and Boy: A Novel

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by Tony Parsons
     
 

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HE HAD TO FACE THE TOUGHEST JOB OF HIS LIFE. AND HE NEVER ONCE THOUGHT HE'D BE ON HIS OWN.
Harry had it all: a beautiful wife, an adorable four-year-old son, and a high-paying media job. But on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, with one irresponsible act, he threw it all away. Suddenly he finds himself an unemployed single father trying to figure

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HE HAD TO FACE THE TOUGHEST JOB OF HIS LIFE. AND HE NEVER ONCE THOUGHT HE'D BE ON HIS OWN.
Harry had it all: a beautiful wife, an adorable four-year-old son, and a high-paying media job. But on the eve of his thirtieth birthday, with one irresponsible act, he threw it all away. Suddenly he finds himself an unemployed single father trying to figure out how to wash his son's hair the way Mommy did and whether green spaghetti is proper breakfast food. This brilliantly engaging novel will tug at your heart as Harry learns to become a father to his son and a son to his aging father, takes stabs at finding new love, and makes the hardest decision of his life.

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USA Today Set your other books aside for a day or two and read straight through Man and Boy.

Kyle Smith People Utterly irresistible.

Sherryl Connelly New York Daily News Every generation has hungered for a heartfelt novel in which a father discovers what it is to be a mother. Man and Boy [is] a witty, often sweet novel that adeptly sorts immature men from true fathers.

Robin Vidimos Denver Post Tony Parsons's first novel, Man and Boy, hits like a series of quick jabs to the heart....A novel that is one in a million.

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The theme of this alternately wry and maudlin debut from London writer Parsons "love means knowing when to let go" won't make Love Story's mantra obsolete, but this novel shimmers with a sentimentality that could appeal widely to those who enjoyed Segal's romance classic and to their progeny. On the eve of his 30th birthday, Harry Silver blows everything by indulging in a one-night stand with a young assistant on the English TV talk show he produces. When Harry's wife, Gina, discovers his adultery, she jets off immediately to pursue job opportunities in Japan, leaving Harry in temporary custody of their adorable four-year-old son, Pat. Parsons captures the free-floating angst of a man who senses his horizons constricting and the panic of a suddenly single father confronting the issues of child care. Harry's misery is compounded by the subsequent loss of his job; his conviction that he's failed his own loving father, a WWII war hero; and the reluctance of the new woman in his life, an American waitress, to commit emotionally to him. Parsons knows how to pace his pages turn as if in a high wind and he has a flair for pushing emotional buttons, perhaps particularly those of men on the far side of 30 or singledom. Many readers will love this novel; others will decry its obvious calculation, but most will agree that Parson deals in a highly entertaining manner with personal issues of import and that, more often than not, he tells it very true. (Apr.) Forecast: This novel has ridden English bestseller lists for about half a year, with 500,000 copies sold in the U.K. alone. Will it duplicate that success here? It might. Parsons is a media celebrity in England, and British audiences familiar with or curious about his personal life (he received custody of his son after a divorce, and his father was a war hero) boosted sales there. But Sourcebooks is going all out with this title which launches its fiction imprint, Sourcebooks Landmark with a 50,000 first printing and three national tours in 20 cities, as well as 10,000 companion discussion guides. The book is also a Literary Guild Featured Alternate. Most importantly, it's the kind of novel that can soar on good word of mouth which it's going to get, and a lot of it. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
As Harry Silver approaches his 30th birthday, persistent feelings of dissatisfaction nag at him despite his blissful marriage to a beautiful woman, his adorable four-year old son, and his good living as a television producer. So why does Harry feel that a red sports car could assuage those niggling fears that life is passing him by, that missed opportunities outweigh the tranquility and stability of his present life, and that his youth is all but gone? The decision to buy the red sports car is Harry's first major mistake; the really big one is the one-night stand he has with a female associate producer, which costs him his marriage. Ranging from poignant and heartbreaking to witty and uproariously funny, Harry's adventures are a triumph of storytelling. Set in Britain, this is, however, a story with universal appeal and apropos of today's splintered relationships, with children as the innocent victims. It is delightfully narrated by Gerard Doyle, who moves easily from one gender to the other, and from child to adult seamlessly. Highly recommended for all public library audio collections. Gloria Maxwell, Penn Valley Community Coll., Kansas City, MO Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780743225083
Publisher:
Touchstone
Publication date:
05/07/2001
Edition description:
Reprint
Pages:
368
Product dimensions:
5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 1.30(d)

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Chapter One

Some situations to avoid when preparing for your all-important, finally-I-am-fully-grown thirtieth birthday.

Having a one-night stand with a colleague from work.

The rash purchase of luxury items you can't afford.

Being left by your wife.

Losing your job.

Suddenly becoming a single parent.

If you are coming up to thirty, whatever you do, don't do any of that.

It will fuck up your whole day.

Thirty should be when you think — these are my golden years, these are my salad days, the best is yet to come and all that old crap.

You are still young enough to stay up all night, but you are old enough to have a credit card. All the uncertainties and poverty of your teens and twenties are finally over — and good riddance to the lot of them — but the sap is still rising.

Thirty should be a good birthday. One of the best.

But how to celebrate reaching the big three-oh? With a collection of laughing single friends in some intimate bar or restaurant? Or surrounded by a loving wife and adoring small children in the bosom of the family home? There has to be a good way of turning thirty. Perhaps they are all good ways.

All my images of this particular birthday seemed derived from some glossy American sitcom. When I thought of turning thirty, I thought of attractive thirty-nothing marrieds fooling around like teens in heat while in the background a gurgling baby crawls across some polished parquet floor, or I saw a circle of good-looking, wisecracking friends drinking latte and showing off their impressive knitwear while wryly bemoaning the dating game. That was my problem. When I thought of turning thirty, I thought of somebody else's life.

But that's what thirty should be — grown-up without being disappointed, settled without being complacent, worldly wise but not so worldly wise that you feel like chucking yourself under a train. The time of your life.

By thirty you have finally realized that you are not going to live forever, of course. But surely that should only make the laughing, latte-drinking present taste even sweeter? You shouldn't let your inevitable death put a damper on things. Don't let the long, slow slide to the grave get in the way of a good time.

Whether you are enjoying the last few years of unmarried freedom or you have recently moved on to a more adult, more committed way of life with someone you love, it's difficult to imagine a truly awful way of turning thirty.

But I managed to find one somehow.

The car smelled like somebody else's life. Like freedom.

It was parked right in the window of the showroom, a wedge-shaped sports car that, even with its top off, looked as sleek and compact as a muscle.

Naturally it was red — a corny, testosterone-stuffed red. When I was a little bit younger, such blatant macho corn would have made me sneer, or snigger, or puke, or all of the above.

But now I found that it didn't bother me at all. A bit of testosterone-stuffed corn seemed to be just what I was looking for at this stage of my life.

I'm not really the kind of man who knows what cars are called, but I had made it my business — furtively lingering over the ads in glossy magazines — to find out the handle of this particular hot little number. Yes, it's true. Our eyes had met before.

But its name didn't really matter. I just loved the way it looked. And that smell. Above all, that smell. That anything-can-happen smell. What was it about that smell?

Among the perfume of leather, rubber and all those yards of freshly sprayed steel, you could smell a heartbreaking newness, a newness so shocking that it almost overwhelmed me. This newness intimated another world that was limitless and free, an open road leading to all the unruined days of the future. Somewhere they had never heard of traffic cones or physical decay or my thirtieth birthday.

I knew that smell from somewhere and I recognized the way it made me feel. Funny enough, it reminded me of that feeling you get when you hold a newborn baby.

The analogy was far from perfect — the car couldn't squint up at me with eyes that had just started to see or grasp one of my fingers in a tiny, tiny fist or give me a gummy little smile. But for a moment there it felt like it just might.

"You only live once," the car salesman said, his heels clicking across the showroom floor.

I smiled politely, indicating that I would have to think that one over.

"Are you in the market for some serious fun?" he said. "Because if the MGF is about one thing, it's about fun."

While he gave me his standard sales pitch, he was sizing me up, trying to decide if I was worth a test drive.

He was pushy, but not so pushy that it made your flesh crawl. He was just doing his job. And despite my weekend clothes — which because of the nature of my work were not really so different from my week clothes — he must have seen a man of substance. A fast-track career looking for some matching wheels. Young, free and single. A life as carefree as a lager commercial. How wrong can you be?

"This model has the Variable Valve Control system," he said with what seemed like genuine enthusiasm. "The opening period of the inlet valves can be varied by altering the rotational speed of each cam lobe."

What the fuck was he going on about? Was it something to do with the engine?

"A total babe magnet," he said, noting my dumbfounded expression. "Plenty of poke. A young single guy couldn't do any better than the MGF."

This was my kind of sales pitch. Forget the technical guff, just tell me that you can lose yourself in a car like this. Let me know you can lose yourself. That's what I wanted to hear.

The salesman was distracted by something on the street, and I followed his gaze out of the showroom's plate-glass wall.

He was looking at a tall blond woman holding the hand of a small boy wearing a Star Wars T-shirt. They were surrounded by bags of supermarket shopping. And they were watching us.

Even framed by all those plastic carrier bags and chaperoning a little kid, the woman was the kind that you look at more than once.

What you noticed about her child — and he was certainly her child — is that he was carrying a long, plastic tube with a dull light glowing faintly inside.

If you had been to the cinema at any time over the last twenty years, you would recognize it as a light saber, traditional weapon of the Jedi Knights. This one needed new batteries.

The beautiful woman was smiling at me and the salesman. The little kid pointed his light saber, as if about to strike us down.

"Daddy," he mouthed from the other side of the plate-glass wall that divided us. You couldn't hear him but that's what he was saying.

"My wife and son," I said, turning away, but not before I caught the disappointment in the salesman's eyes. "Got to go."

Daddy. That's me. Daddy.

"You don't even like cars," my wife reminded me, edging our old VW station wagon through the thick early evening traffic.

"Just looking."

"And you're too young for a midlife crisis," she said. "Thirty is much too young, Harry. The way it works, you wait for fifteen years and then run off with a secretary who's young enough to be your second wife. And I cut off the sleeves of all your suits. Not to mention your bollocks."

"I'm not thirty, Gina," I chuckled, although it wasn't really all that funny. She was always exaggerating. "I'm twenty-nine."

"For one more month!" she laughed.

"It's your birthday soon," our boy said, laughing along with his mother, although he didn't have a clue why, and tapping me on the back of the head with his bloody light saber.

"Please don't do that, Pat," I said.

He was back there with the week's shopping, strapped into his little car seat and muttering under his breath, pretending to be in the cockpit of the Millennium Falcon with Harrison Ford.

"I've lost my starboard engine," he jabbered away to himself. "Fire when ready."

I turned to look at him. He was four years old with dirty blond hair that hung down over eyes that were the same shade of blue as his mother's. Tiffany blue. Catching my eye, he grinned at me with pure childish delight.

"Happy birthday, dear Daddy," he sang. "Happy birthday, birth-day."

To Pat, my birthday was a chance to finally give me the homemade card he had hidden under his bed (Luke Skywalker decapitating a space monster with his trusty light saber). To me, it meant that the best might already be over. It really did.

When would I feel the way I felt the night that my wife said that she would marry me? When would I feel the way I felt the morning that my son was born? When would life be that — I don't know — real again? When?

"When did you become interested in cars?" Gina said. She wouldn't let this car thing rest. "I bet you don't even know what kind of petrol this one uses, do you?"

"Oh, come on, Gina."

"What is it, then?"

Fucking hell.

"The green kind," I said, taking a wild guess. "You know — nonleaded. The one that saves a rain forest every time you fill her up."

"It's diesel, you doughnut," she laughed. "I never knew a man less interested in cars than you. What happened?"

What could I tell her? You don't tell a wife that some inanimate object somehow represents all those things you know you are never going to have. The places you are never going to see, the women you are never going to love, the things you are never going to do. You can't tell a wife all that stuff. Not even a wife you love very much. Especially not a wife like that.

"It only carries one passenger," she said.

"What does?" I said, playing dumb.

"You know very well what I'm talking about," she said. "It only carries one passenger — one thin, female passenger."

"You're still pretty thin and female," I said. "Or you were the last time I looked."

"What's brought all this on, Harry? Come on. Tell me."

"Maybe I'm compensating for becoming an old fart," I said. "I'm joining the old fart's club so, pathetically, I want to recapture my glorious youth. Even though I know it's ultimately futile and even though my youth wasn't particularly glorious. Isn't that what men do?"

"You're turning thirty," she said. "We're going to open a couple of bottles and have a nice cake with candles."

"And balloons," Pat said.

"And balloons," Gina said. She shook her lovely head. "We're not having you put down, Harry."

Gina was a couple of months older than me. She had breezed through her thirtieth birthday surrounded by friends and family, dancing with her son to Wham's greatest hits, a glass of champagne in her hand. She looked great that night, she really did. But clearly my own birthday was going to be a bit more traumatic.

"You don't regret anything, do you?" she said.

"Like what?"

"You know," she said, suddenly dead serious. "Like us."

We had married young. Gina was three months' pregnant with Pat on our wedding day and it was, by some distance, the happiest day of my life. But nothing was ever really the same again after that day. Because after that there was no disguising the fact that we were grown-ups.

The radio station where I was working gave me the week off and we spent our honeymoon back at our little flat watching daytime television in bed, eating Marks & Spencer sandwiches and talking about the beautiful baby we were going to have.

We talked about eventually taking a proper, grown-up honeymoon — one where we didn't just stay home watching television and eating sandwiches in bed. But by the time there was a bit of money and a bit of time, we had Pat and the course of our lives seemed set.

Gina and I found ourselves separated from the rest of the world by our wedding rings. The other married couples we knew were at least ten years older than us and friends our own age were still in that brief period between living with their mother and living with their mortgage. Our little family was on its own.

While our friends were dancing the night away in clubs, we were up all hours with our baby's teething problems. While they were worrying about meeting the right person, we were worrying about meeting the payments on our first real home. Yet I didn't regret any of it. Yes, we had given up our freedom. But we had given it up for something better.

I loved my wife and I loved our son. Together, the two of them made my world make sense. My life without them was unimaginable. I knew I was a lucky man. But I couldn't help it — lately I found myself wondering when I had stopped being young.

"I just really hate the way that life starts to contract as you get older," I said. "The way your options narrow. I mean, when did owning a car like that become ridiculous for me? Why is it such a joke? I would love to know. That's all."

"The Force is strong in this one," Pat said.

"A red sports car," Gina said to herself. "And you don't even like driving." ar

"Listen, I was just looking, okay?" I said.

"Happy birthday to you," Pat sang, smacking me across the ear with his light saber. "Squashed tomatoes and glue. You — look — like — a — monkey — and — you — act — like — one — too."

"That's not nice," I told him, as the traffic ground to a halt and my ear began to throb.

Gina put the hand brake on and looked at me, as if trying to remember what she had liked about me in the first place. She seemed a bit stumped.

I remembered what I had liked about her. She had the longest legs that I had ever seen on a woman. But I still didn't know if that was the best basis for the love of your life.

Or the worst.

Copyright © 1999, 2001 by Tony Parsons

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Meet the Author

Tony Parsons is the author of two international bestsellers, Man and Boy and Man and Wife. A former music journalist and television personality, he lives in England with his wife and daughter, and he has a son from a previous marriage.

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Man and Boy 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It must be me,  I just do not see this as a 4 or 5 star book.  It was like a Lifetime movie and I did not enjoy it at all.  I would not recommend it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I recently picked this book up just because I needed something to read. I bought it because it was the cheapest there, and boy am I glad. I couldn't put it down! I just finished reading it, and just ordered man and wife. I can't wait to read it...with how good this book was, I can only imagine how great the next one will be. I guarantee anyone who reads this book, will LOVE it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book for a book club that I belong to with 8 other friends. A friend of mine introduced this book to me, and at first I was a bit hesitant. After reading the first two pages, I immediately became hooked! This story will make you laugh and cry. I definately recommend this book to anyone looking for a nice, easy read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i picked up this book thinking I would just give it a try and see what it was about. surprisingly enough, this book was hilarious and at the same time, very touching. i laughed out loud and was in tears at various times while reading it.
Anonymous 6 months ago
Brilliant and beautiful. Real and raw. Ugly and angry. And I loved every bit of it. Excellent read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Men can be decent and good fathers, i agree. But as husbands, not a chance
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wise, heart tugging story that offers a lesson on love not soon to be forgotten. Excellant and I urge you to share this families love story. You won't be let down. Enjoy!!
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Guest More than 1 year ago
This book makes you actually believe that men can be decent, honest fathers. It makes you look at things from a different perspective. Tony Parsons is a very talented writer and I was very impressed with this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A book I would recommend for single fathers everywhere is 'Man and Boy' by Tony Parsons. Parsons brings to life Harry Silver, a married man with a young son and a good paying job in the media. He throws it all away, after a one night affair with a co-worker. The intriguing part of 'Man and Boy,' was how Tony Parsons brought to light the issues a single father must face when raising a child alone. Single fathers could relate to this huge issue.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I accidentally bought this book thinking it was "About a Boy" (also a good read) And what a pleasant mistake! Sounds cliche but I really did laugh and cry outloud. What an incredible find!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Just finished this book. I couldn't put it down. All the funny, tragicomic antics that Harry goes through learning what it means to be a single parent, and the heart wrenching scenes between Harry and his father made me reach for the Kleenex. I can't recommend this one enough!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was incredible. I found myself laughing out loud and crying to the point that I had to stop to pick up on my reading later on. His next book will come out next year and I can't wait to read it. Be on the look out for 'Man and Wife'
Guest More than 1 year ago
i just picked this book up and just started reading this book and i just cant put it down i wanted to stay up all night and just read it i love it and i know you will too its just the best and i cant wait to read more from him when he makes more wow it was the best i loved it
Guest More than 1 year ago
I picked this book up while grocery shopping, just because I wanted a summer read, I am so glad I did. This book is really good and strikes me as a reality book. So much of this book happens everyday in real life. This book is great for woman because it is from a guys point of view on things, And also the high school age readers would enjoy this book, and possibly learn from it Without being lectured. I won't tell the total story line, but the main character finds himself becoming a father and husband earlier than he could prepare himself for?!
Guest More than 1 year ago
a very well written and easy to read book. James Brown said he cried five times and laughed out loud four and i have to agree with him.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Excellently written! I couldn't wait to finish the book. Parsons managed to write the way we think - the way thoughts run through our head. I was skeptical at first about reviews saying 'you'll laugh and you'll cry' but that's exactly what I did.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A wonderful combination of hard reality, humour and heartwarming human simplicity.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Great book! Just because this guy came from the daily Mirror does not mean that he can't write a sophisticated book. It was tough to read those last 50 pages without a tear in the eye. Watch out for 'One for my baby' which is even better.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Wow! Gripping, poignant stuff! Right up there with the likes of Nick Hornby and Irvine Welsh, Tony Parsons has joined that group of British authors who are able to portray everyday life with the pathos, sentiment and universal appeal that will have everyone waiting desperately for his next book!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I rarely read novels for pleasure, but this novel has gotten me interested in reading again. This book is so good you won't be able to put it down. I can't wait for Parsons second novel!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the best book, I think that I have ever read! It sounded great so I bought it, athough I'm not much of a reader, and then realized how long it is, and thought that I wouldn't be able to ever finish it, but I couldn't stop reading it and usually when I read I get irritable and cant continue on for more than 15 minutes because most books are so dull. This is a great book and it is definately worth the $21!
Guest More than 1 year ago
It is great how this book talks about people. The characters seem really real. A must read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A very well written story everyone can relate to. You care about each character,laugh and cry in turn, and are sorry when the book ends. I loved it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Take away the mystery, suspense, thrills and formula and what do you have left? People. That's what this book is about - people. Don't get me wrong, I love those other genres, but I find it rare that I can pick up a book and feel a part of the characters lives during, and well after, the time it takes me to read it. This is real stuff: feelings, emotions, relationships of all kinds. I look forward to Mr. Parson's next story.