Man and Boy: A Novelby Tony Parsons
Meet Harry Silver: a man who has everything going for him before the age of thirty: a killer job as a late-night TV producer, a beautiful wife, a four-year-old son, a shiny new red sports car...until one night, when an irrational decision causes him to lose everything. Now Harry must face the myriad, baffling questions of suddenly single fatherhood, such as "how do… See more details below
Meet Harry Silver: a man who has everything going for him before the age of thirty: a killer job as a late-night TV producer, a beautiful wife, a four-year-old son, a shiny new red sports car...until one night, when an irrational decision causes him to lose everything. Now Harry must face the myriad, baffling questions of suddenly single fatherhood, such as "how do you wash a 4-year-old's hair?" and "should he eat green spaghetti for breakfast?" In this poignant, witty story, Harry is froced not only raise his child alone, but to look after his parents, make a living, and somehow, someway, try to survive in this brave new world.
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.
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the most beautiful boy in the world
It's a boy, it's a boy!
It's a little boy.
I look at this baby-as bald, wrinkled, and scrunched up as an old man-and something chemical happens inside me.
It-I mean he-looks like the most beautiful baby in the history of the world. Is it-he-really the most beautiful baby in the history of the world? Or is that just my biological programming kicking in? Does everyone feel this way? Even people with plain babies? Is our baby really so beautiful?
I honestly can't tell.
The baby is sleeping in the arms of the woman I love. I sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the pair of them, feeling like I belong in this room with this woman and this baby in a way that I have never belonged anywhere.
After all the excitement of the last twenty-four hours, I am suddenly overwhelmed, feeling something-gratitude, happiness, love-well up inside me and threaten to spill out.
I am afraid that I am going to disgrace myself-spoil everything, smudge the moment-with tears. But then the baby wakes up and starts squawking for food and we-me and the woman I love-laugh out loud, laugh with shock and wonder.
It's a small miracle. And although we can't escape the reality of everyday life-when do I have to get back to work?-the day is glazed with real magic. We don't really talk about the magic. But we can feel it all around.
Later my parents are there. When she is done with the hugs and kisses, my mother counts the baby's fingers and toes, checking for webbed feet. But he is fine, the baby is fine.
"He's a little smasher," my mom says. "A little smasher!"
My father looks at the baby and something inside him seems to melt.
There are many good things about my father, but he is not a soft man, he is not a sentimental man. He doesn't gurgle and coo over babies in the street. My father is a good man, but the things he has gone through in his life mean that he is also a hard man. But today some ice deep inside him begins to crack and I can tell he feels it too.
This is the most beautiful baby in the world.
I give my father a bottle I bought months ago. It is bourbon. My father only drinks beer and whiskey but he takes the bottle with a big grin on his face. The label on the bottle says Old Granddad. That's him. That's my father.
And I know today that I have become more like him. Today I am a father too. All the supposed landmarks of manhood-losing my virginity, getting my driving license, voting for the first time-were all just the outer suburbs of my youth. I went through all those things and came out the other side fundamentally unchanged, still a boy.
But now I have helped to bring another human being into the world.
Today I became what my father has been forever.
Today I became a man.
I am twenty-five years old.
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