What makes a man? Or, rather, what kind of men are we, and how did we get like this? In Gentry, Scott Zieher answers those questions by means of a wondrous, heady, heart-rending recapitulation: this is who we think we are, where we came from, what we are built up out of, shaped by Hollywood tough guys and smart alecks, decked out by Madison Avenue haberdashers, Old Fashioned and Martini-dealing barkeeps and Barbasol-wielding barbers? These dictates of manhood,this data of a man-motor sports, equine arts, hunting, fishing, hunting,gathering, young executive cocktail hours. . . . We can argue that we are not that, even our fathers were not that, they were so much more than that. Indeed, we are so inexpressibly far beyond all that, we want to say. But are we? And, actually, what are we? Zieher conjures an elegant, sometimes elegiac, often-hilarious response to that question. And if the answer is sometimes troubling, that is as it should be.