In a series of stories drawn from his own experiences coming of age
during the 1950s, Richard B. Schwartz revisits his boyhood in southern
Ohio. His memories of adolescence bring back the birth of rock and roll,
the rigors and absurdities of religion and parochial schools, trials of
little league baseball, grueling summer construction work and caddying
jobs, the thin pleasure of 3.2% beer, drag racing lore, and, of course,
the youthful discovery of sex. By turns hilarious and poignant, satiric
and nostalgic, the book focuses on a period and place through its
feeling on innocent immediacy, and distanced because of the awareness
developed in the intervening decades. If the memoir expresses a sense of
loss at the passing of good times, it also exhibits a sense of relief at
the end of those awkward years. Richard B. Schwartz has written a book
that will appeal to many readers, whatever their age, but perhaps
especially to those who remember the fifties as they were and as they
might have been, when we grew up yearning for slow dances and fast cars,
and every little town seemed like the biggest city in America.