Anarchist Bastard

A tribute to the Italian American family and its trying bonds of love.Finalist for the 2011 ForeWord Book of the Year in the Autobiography/Memoir Category "e;I was born in 1944, but raised in the twelfth century."e; With that, Joanna Clapps Herman neatly describes the two worlds she inhabited while growing up as the child of Italian American immigrants in Waterbury, Connecticut, a place embedded with values closer to Homer's Greece than to Anglo-American New England, where the ethic of hospitality was and still is more Middle Eastern and North African than Anglo-European, and where the pageantry and ritual were more pagan Mediterranean than Western Christian. It was also a place where a stuffed monkey wearing a fedora sat and continues to sit on her grandmother's piano, and a place where, when the donkey got stubborn and wouldn't plow the field, her grandfather bit the animal in a fury. In essays filled with wry humor and affectionate yet probing insights, Herman maps and makes palpable the very particular details of this culture-its pride and its shame, its profound loyalty and its Byzantine betrayals.