“Hi Mailman, you got my check today?”
Scouting out locations last Saturday to meet Tipping near the TD BankNorth Center (Boston Garden), I ran into these two knuckleheads. At first I thought the sign was original, but every other bum stemming for change in Boston now has his own “catchphrase” cardboard.
That’s what I’ve always found curious about this book. Why has it taken so long for someone to write an undramatic memoir about the life of a completely ordinary addict, not a celebrity, not a criminal, just an average Melbournian? It’s not the subject matter. Everyone likes to read about whoring and drugs. I’m also not sure any reviewers really noticed Holden’s biggest accomplishment: just writing down what happened. Really, just writing it down. No trying to be tough, or worse, “literary.”