• Complain

Charles McGrath - The Summer Friend

Here you can read online Charles McGrath - The Summer Friend full text of the book (entire story) in english for free. Download pdf and epub, get meaning, cover and reviews about this ebook. year: 2022, publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group, genre: Detective and thriller. Description of the work, (preface) as well as reviews are available. Best literature library LitArk.com created for fans of good reading and offers a wide selection of genres:

Romance novel Science fiction Adventure Detective Science History Home and family Prose Art Politics Computer Non-fiction Religion Business Children Humor

Choose a favorite category and find really read worthwhile books. Enjoy immersion in the world of imagination, feel the emotions of the characters or learn something new for yourself, make an fascinating discovery.

Charles McGrath The Summer Friend

The Summer Friend: summary, description and annotation

We offer to read an annotation, description, summary or preface (depends on what the author of the book "The Summer Friend" wrote himself). If you haven't found the necessary information about the book — write in the comments, we will try to find it.

Alive with the intoxicating magic of summer in New England, former editor of the New York Times Book Review Charles McGraths evocative memoir looks back at that sun-soaked season, at family, youth, and a singular bond made at a time when he thought he was beyond making friends.
To read Chip McGraths gentle, elegant memoir is to lose yourself in your own past summers, especially the ones of your youth, when you imagined thered be an infinite number of them, and also friends to share those summers with. That both turn out to be numbered makes this book positively ache with beauty and loss. Richard Russo

It was early evening and a new acquaintance had come to retrieve his daughter from a play date. Instead of driving up in a minivan, he arrived by water, tacking his sailboat smartly across a squiggly channel in the marsh, throwing a rope overboard, and zipping back home, his gleeful daughter riding in the wake. Who knew you could do such a thing? And how could you resist befriending a man such as that?
Over the course of this rich memoir, McGrath recalls with a gimlet eye the pleasures of summers past: amateur lobstering, 9-hole golf, family costume charades, bridge-jumping, and a friendship forged between two men from different backgrounds who came together late in life.
Recounting the vagaries of summer with such precision and warmth peeling long strips of sunburnt skin from your shoulder as if shuffling off your own cocoon, the outdoor shower curtain blowing open in the breeze, an M80 firework in the mailboxThe Summer Friend is simultaneously a potent evocation of the rhythms and rituals of summer and a stirring remembrance of a friend found and then lost.

Charles McGrath: author's other books


Who wrote The Summer Friend? Find out the surname, the name of the author of the book and a list of all author's works by series.

The Summer Friend — read online for free the complete book (whole text) full work

Below is the text of the book, divided by pages. System saving the place of the last page read, allows you to conveniently read the book "The Summer Friend" online for free, without having to search again every time where you left off. Put a bookmark, and you can go to the page where you finished reading at any time.

Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make
Contents
Landmarks
Print Page List
Also by Charles McGrath As Editor Donald Barthelme Collected Stories John - photo 1
Also by Charles McGrath
As Editor

Donald Barthelme: Collected Stories

John OHara: Stories

Golf Stories

THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A KNOPF Copyright 2022 by Charles - photo 2

THIS IS A BORZOI BOOK PUBLISHED BY ALFRED A. KNOPF

Copyright 2022 by Charles A. McGrath

All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York, and distributed in Canada by Penguin Random House Canada Limited, Toronto.

www.aaknopf.com

Knopf, Borzoi Books, and the colophon are registered trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: McGrath, Charles, author.

Title: The summer friend : a memoir / Charles McGrath.

Description: First edition. | New York : Alfred A. Knopf, 2022. | This is a Borzoi Book

Identifiers: LCCN 2021038975 (print) | LCCN 2021038976 (ebook) | ISBN 9780593321157 (hardcover) | ISBN 9780593321164 (ebook)

Subjects: LCSH: McGrath, CharlesChildhood and youth. | JournalistsUnited StatesBiography. | EditorsUnited StatesBiography. | New EnglandBiography. | LCGFT: Autobiographies.

Classification: LCC PN4874.M483974 A3 2022 (print) | LCC PN4874.M483974 (ebook) | DDC 818/.609 [B]dc23/eng/20211206

LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2021038975

LC ebook record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2021038976

Ebook ISBN9780593321164

Cover photograph by Henk Meijer / Alamy

Cover design by Chip Kidd

ep_prh_6.0_140165841_c0_r0

Contents

In memory of Christopher Gillespie

Getting Started

When I was growing up my family spent every July or August in a homemade summer houselittle more than a shack, really. But the weeks we spent there seemed special to me back thenenchanted almostand the spell has not entirely worn off. I still love summer and look forward to it like a kid awaiting the end of school. Summer is when Ive had the most fun in my lifeswimming, sailing, golfing, just goofing off. Summer is when I fell in love with the woman I married. And summer is when I was lucky enough to enjoy a long and unusual friendship at a time when I thought I was past making new friends. My friend has been dead for seven years now, but I still find it hard to think about summer without also thinking about him. Its not as if he left a hole, exactly. I still do many of the same things we used to do together, and I no longer actively mourn him. But hes an indelible part of many recollections, and I find it sweetly, if sadly, pleasurable sometimes to play them over in my head. Whenever I try to tell my own summertime story, I find myself telling a story that is partly his.

He was called Chip, and so to start with, we shared a name. Ive been known as Chip most of my life, except for a brief period in college when I tried to reinvent myself as Charlie. This Chip and I both had five-year-old sons named Bennot majorly weird, but a littleand eight-year-old daughters. In most other respects we couldnt have been more different. He was five years older and had grown up near Phillips Exeter Academy, in New Hampshire, where his father taught classics and briefly was headmaster. I grew up in a two-family house in Brighton, one of Bostons working-class neighborhoods. He was a WASP; I was Irish Catholic. He was a Vietnam vet (Coast Guard, with service on the Mekong Delta) who opposed the war but loved the military. I was a draft dodger who hated taking orders from anyone.

We met in August 1982, at a square dance, of all places. There were square dances every Saturday at the Methodist church in the little Massachusetts town where for a couple of summers my wife, Nancy, and I had been renting a house overlooking a tidal river. We didnt know anyone there. It was just usNancy, me, and the kidsenjoying an old-fashioned sort of summer: no TV, no phone calls, our only entertainments books, the beach, the river, occasional trips to the ice cream place. Somehow, though, we heard about the square dance and gathered that for a lot of people it was the high point of the week. Not me. I thought square-dancing was corny. I was also terrible at it, always turning the wrong way, and I have memories of being steered around like a floor lamp by a stern, impatient woman who turned out to be one of Chips aunts. We went mostly for the sake of the kids, thinking this might be a place for them to make summer friends, and thats what happenedto them and to us. Ben joined a bunch of little boys in khaki shorts and polo shirts, all of them trying not to look too goofily self-conscious. Our daughter, Sarah, who loved any kind of dancing, joined a circle of little girls in summer dresses, their hair washed and braided, and quickly learned from them how to allemande and promenade. And Nancy and I met Chip and his wife, Gay. They were both, I couldnt help noticing, exceptionally good square dancers. They even knew how to do the Black Nag, a country dance so insanely complicated it made me dizzy just to watch.

We talked for a bit, the four of us. The conversation was friendly enoughthe kids, the weather, the upcoming school yearbut if anything, only emphasized our differences. We were renters in town, they were year-round and, unlike us, knew practically all the people in the room. They were apparently related to half of them. Then, out of the blue, Gay invited us for supper the next night. She was always doing that, we found out. She was an excellent cook and loved having people around. He seemed shyer, but even so, to welcome the idea.

It turned out they lived on the other side of the river from where we were staying, just off the towns main road, in a house almost hidden by tall bushes in front. We missed it on the first pass and had to back up before pulling into the driveway, almost scraping a big post of vine-covered granite on the right. The house was a remodeled Cape, gray with dark green shutters, to which Chip had added a lookout tower, pretty much just for the hell of it. The first thing I remember seeing, in the entrance hall, was an upright piano with an enormous model of a whaling ship on top.

Though it was summer, we ate indoors at the dining room table, overlooked by a gilt-framed portrait of some nineteenth-century gent with astonishing side-whiskers. Bushrod Somebody-or-Other, one of Chips ancestors. We talked some more, the way couples do when fishing for clues about each other: where youre from, where you went to school, what you do for a living. We learned that Chip was an architect and that Gay was a stay-at-home mom who ran a flower business on the side. The flowers all grew out back, in a huge garden, along with their own vegetables. She took gardening very seriously, it became clear, and worked hard at it. Ten years younger than Chip, she had dropped out of college to marry him. I remember thinking she seemed almost hippieish, with long hair, almost to her waist, and wearing an ankle-length skirt and a peasant blouse. I thought he seemed like a grown-upcertainly more of one than I was. He had sandy hair, a broad forehead, and a wry expression, and once I learned he was of Scottish heritagesomething he took immense pride inI decided he looked a little like portraits of James Boswell, the great Samuel Johnson biographer.

For a time they had lived in Seattle, Gay explained, while Chip finished architecture school, and they had even thought of settling there, but they came back eastin a psychedelic Volkswagen busbecause they wanted to raise a family in the town where they had both spent their summers. They were like a couple in a New England lifestyle magazine, I thought, an advertisement for a new kind of homesteading.

Next page
Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make

Similar books «The Summer Friend»

Look at similar books to The Summer Friend. We have selected literature similar in name and meaning in the hope of providing readers with more options to find new, interesting, not yet read works.


Reviews about «The Summer Friend»

Discussion, reviews of the book The Summer Friend and just readers' own opinions. Leave your comments, write what you think about the work, its meaning or the main characters. Specify what exactly you liked and what you didn't like, and why you think so.