Welcome to some serendipitous fun today as we share Book Beginnings, hosted by Rose City Reader; and as we showcase The Friday 56 with Freda’s Voice.
To join in, just grab a book and share the opening lines…along with any thoughts you wish to give us; then turn to page 56 and excerpt anything on the page.
Then give us the title of the book, so others can add it to their lists!
My book today is another “graduate” of my Old TBR stacks, dubbed “old” by their longevity on said stacks. Which means that the book just got lost in the shuffle. The Tender Bar, by J. R. Moehringer, is a memoir.
J .R. Moehringer grew up listening for a voice: It was the sound of his missing father, a disc jockey who disappeared before J.R. spoke his first words. As a boy, J.R. would press his ear to a clock radio, straining to hear in that resonant voice the secrets of masculinity, and the keys to his own identity. J.R.’s mother was his world, his anchor, but he needed something else, something more, something he couldn’t name. So he turned to the bar on the corner, a grand old New York saloon that was a sanctuary for all types of men-cops and poets, actors and lawyers, gamblers and stumblebums. The flamboyant characters along the bar-including J.R.’s Uncle Charlie, a Humphrey Bogart look-alike; Colt, a Yogi Bear sound-alike; Joey D, a soft-hearted brawler; and Cager, a war hero who raised handicapping horses to an art-taught J.R., tended him, and provided a kind of fatherhood by committee. When the time came for J.R. to leave home, the bar became a way station-from his entrance to Yale, where he floundered as a scholarship student way out of his element; to his introduction to tragic romance with a woman way out of his league; to his stint as a copy boy at the New York Times, where he was a faulty cog in a vast machine way out of his control. Through it all, the bar offered shelter from failure, from rejection, and eventually from reality-until at last the bar turned J.R. away.Riveting, moving, and achingly funny, The Tender Bar is at once an evocative portrait of one boy’s struggle to become a man, and a touching depiction of how some men remain lost boys.
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Beginning (Prologue):
We went there for everything we needed. We went there when thirsty, of course, and when hungry, and when dead tired. We went there when happy, to celebrate, and when sad, to sulk. We went there after weddings and funerals, for something to settle our nerves, and always for a shot of courage just before. We went there when we didn’t know what we needed, hoping someone might tell us. We went there when looking for love, or sex, or trouble, or for someone who had gone missing, because sooner or later everyone turned up there. Most of all we went there when we needed to be found.
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Already I feel the poignancy of this tale from these opening lines. I know it will be sad, but I’m also hoping there will be joy somewhere in all this neediness.
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p. 56: My mother pulled me to her and said she felt horrible about frightening me, but she couldn’t help herself. “I’m so tired,” she said. “Tired of worrying and struggling and being so—so—alone.“
What do the rest of you want to share today? I hope you’ll stop in with your comments and links.
Love the beginning. “When we needed to be found.” Your background is just adorable.
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Thanks, Tea…I feel cozy when I look at this background.
I liked that part of the beginning, too, which is why I shared the whole paragraph. Glad you could stop by….enjoy your weekend.
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I really liked the beginning of this book and it does sound interesting. I’ll have to add it to my list.
Here’s my Friday Meme Post: http://tinyurl.com/7gk2yae
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Thanks, Maria…and I’m glad you could stop by. Enjoy your weekend!
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It sounds like such a touching book! Thanks for sharing and hopping over!!
I hope you have a great weekend!
Juli @ Universe in Words
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I love memoirs, and this one sounds like my kind of book. Thanks for stopping by, Juli, and have a great weekend.
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I can relate to his mother.
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Definitely! Thanks for stopping by, Freda…and for hosting.
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Sounds like a very sweet, emotional book!
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I think it will be, Morgan. Glad you could stop by, and enjoy your weekend.
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oo I love memoirs! this is going on my to-read list 🙂 thanks for sharing laurel! thanks for stopping by the blog today!
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Glad you stopped by, Aspen…I love memoirs, too! Enjoy your weekend.
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Interesting choice this week.
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Thanks, Coffeewriter…glad you could stop by!
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This sounds like a very touching tale. Hope you are enjoying it!
Here’s my Book Beginnings post.
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Thanks, Kristin T. I keep asking myself why it languished on the stacks for so long! Glad you could stop by.
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I love that opening, especially the line “…we went there when we needed to be found.” Sounds like it will be a moving story.
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I like that part, too, Diana…which is why I had to share the whole paragraph. Thanks for visiting….
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I really like the opening of this one, it states the facts of life for the patrons of the bar with all the emotions, both happy and sad, that bring them together.
The Road to Here
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Me, too, Squirrel Queen…a nice overview, with that last line the clincher for me. Thanks for stopping by, and enjoy your weekend.
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Good pick. You can feel the mood. Thanks for stopping by.
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Oh, I agree, Jo….thanks for stopping by, and enjoy your weekend.
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My goodness, what an amazing beginning! i never thought of a bar in that way …thanks for your visit. happy weekend! 🙂
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I know! I loved it….and it sounds really poetic, with the mix of sadness and sorrow. Thanks for stopping by, aloi…and enjoy your weekend.
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Aw, this sounds so sad.
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With that opening, you know it is going to be a good story!
Thanks for taking part in Book Beginnings!
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I think so, too, Gilion…thanks for stopping by, and enjoy your weekend!
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