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Long Way Back
By: Brendan Halpin , John CulleneBook Publisher: Random House
Imprint: Random House Publishing Group
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From Brendan Halpin, author of the hilarious novel Donorboy and the intimate memoirs It Takes a Worried Man and Losing My Faculties, comes Long Way Back, a bighearted, thought-provoking story of faith, love, and punk rock.
Growing up with hippie activist parents, Clare and Francis Kelly share a strong bond. It’s firmly rooted in familial embarrassment (the Kellys’ house is “decorated like the inside of somebody’s hut in Guatemala”), reinforced by an abiding love of Dee Dee Ramone and other (lesser) gods of the rock pantheon, and cemented by the secret of a remarkable religious epiphany Francis experiences at the age of twelve.
Clare and Francis become happy adults with rewarding careers and loving spouses. But when tragedy strikes, Francis finds his faith shattered and his life horribly transformed, and Clare doesn’t know how to help the brother she loves but has never fully understood.
Nearly flattened by sadness, Francis turns to the angry, propulsive music that sustained him through adolescence and finds that you’re never too old to be punk rock. With the help of a bass guitar and the support of Clare and some unlikely new friends, Francis gradually finds his way back from the depths of despair to a life that feels worth living.
Told in Clare’s wry, compassionate voice, Long Way Back is an original, moving novel about grief, guitars, and grace. It shows that the Velvet Underground didn’t lie: Your life really can be saved by rock and roll.
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| Release Date: 12-18-2007 | |
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| Publisher: Random House Publishing Group |
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Long Way Back
Chapter One
It is 1980. I’m fourteen, and, physically, I’m peaking—thinner and more beautiful than I will ever be again. But this isn’t really about me. Spring has sprung in the Greater Cincinnati Area, or as Ira Joe Fisher calls it on Eyewitness News, “the Tristate.”
So it’s a really beautiful spring day in the Tristate. The sun is shining, and we walk into St. Bridget’s in Mount Lookout. The church is a squat circle built in the 1960s, and as we walk in, Mom tells us once again how she saved spare change all through her twelve years at St. Bridget’s School so they could build a new church, and this piece of crap is what they built.
Sometimes when I stay over at Stacey’s house we go to St. Monica’s on Sunday morning, which is this beautiful old stone church with a ceiling that seems about a hundred feet tall, with Christ seated at the right hand of the father painted on the ceiling and beautiful stained glass. St. Bridget’s, though, has sort of abstract, garish stained glass around the round outer wall and a plain wooden ceiling. I can see why Mom is bitter, but I do wish she’d stop saying it over and over.
There I am, in the pew next to Mom, who looks shockingly like I will look in 2003—brown hair in no discernible style turning mostly to gray; shapeless, comfortable clothes, including jeans that scandalize some of our fellow parishioners. Woe to anyone who mentions this to Mom—they are in for a lecture about the parish she worked in in Guatemala, and how the parishioners there were lucky to have shoes to wear to church, and how God loves what’s on
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