Posts tagged Andre Dubus III
Carpentrix
Tools, sweat, building, also books and sometimes sex
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The truth is, except for those moments of unspeakable grace holding our three newborn children, I’ve never been happier than when I was building for us this house.
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Andre Dubus and Andre Dubus III.
(Photo by Michele McDonald, Boston Globe, 1992)
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Andre Dubus III drove me around the North Shore mill towns where he grew up. We spent an afternoon in his pick-up truck. He showed me his father’s grave. He showed me forbidding looking bars. We talked about families and fighting and writing and his new memoir, Townie, out this week from Norton. I wrote about it for the Boston Phoenix here.
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Back in the fall of 2007, I wrote a piece for the Boston Phoenix about Andre Dubus. He is one of my favorites, and this story was a pleasure to write.
Later on I’ll be posting a piece I wrote for the Phoenix just now about his son, Andre Dubus III, and riding around in his pick-up truck talking about fights and drugs and families and his new book Townie.
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Till I hold that steel
Fact-bit from Dubus III’s Townie:
The opening line of one of Andre Dubus’s strongest, most violent, most moving stories, “The Pretty Girl,” came from a bumper sticker his son Andre Dubus III saw at the gym.
“I don’t know how I feel till I hold that steel.”
