The Tender Bar by
J.R. Moehringer
Hyperion, August
31, 2005 ISBN 978-1-4013-0064-7 (Hardcover)
We
read memoirs either because we wish to know about a life which is vastly
different from our own, or because we recognize something similar to our own
life experience. For seven years, I avoided
reading The Tender Bar because
Moehringer’s memoir hit too close to home--literally. He and I both grew up in the 1970s and 1980’s
in a town called Manhasset, Long Island (“East Egg” in Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby). Moehringer’s mother
Dorothy, having left J.R.’s violent, alcoholic father, is forced to move them into
her parents’ home. Grandpa and Grandma
reside in a ramshackle Cape Cod. Dorothy’s brother Charlie, her sister Ruth and
her six kids, also live in “Shit House”—five adults and seven children under
one (leaky) roof.
Like
Moehringer, alcoholism (my father’s) was a core issue of my childhood. In his prologue, Moehringer writes,
“Anyone familiar with Manhasset
understood why liquor surged through Fitzgerald’s novel like the Mississippi
across a floodplain…Manhasset, site of the largest liquor store in New York
State, was the only town on Long Island with a cocktail named after it (a Manhasset
is a Manhattan, with more alcohol). The
town’s half-mile-long main drag, Plandome Road, was every drinker’s street of
dreams—bar after bar.”
The “bar” in the title refers to
Publican’s (initially named Dickens), a bar with which anyone who lived in and/or grew up in
Manhasset at that time was well-acquainted.
Owned by Steve Schnitzer, J.R.’s Uncle Charlie (“Chas”) was the first bartender
Steve ever hired to work there. Grandpa’s
house, conveniently, is exactly 142 steps from Publican’s.
As
children, Moehringer and I also shared what psychologist Abraham Maslow defined
as “The Need to Belong,” i.e. people are social beings who have a fundamental
need to belong to a group, and, if this need is not met, people will have low
self-esteem. No kidding, Maslow; we all
want acceptance and love! Yet, when
people are not available to us, books always are.
The Tender Bar is Moehringer’s exploration of
how he found his people and his place to belong, his substitute father figures,
and a world where words and stories were told or created. As a boy who loved his mother, an incredibly
courageous and tenacious woman, Moehringer also had an enormous desire to
please her. He worried about whether he
would become a “success,” be the kind of man who can really take care of his
mother. He is very young when he
declares that he will grow up to become a lawyer, and that he will attend Yale
University. When his mother moves him to
Arizona as a young teen, J.R. loses his bedrock. Dorothy understands this, and makes sure that
he gets to spend the summer, and every summer thereafter, in Manhasset. This means he spends summers in the company
of his Uncle Charlie and Charlie’s co-workers and pals Colt, Bobo, and Joey D. Let’s just say that hijinks ensue.
While
in exile during the school year in Arizona, J.R. (then 13) gets a job at a mall
book store, and comes under the tutelage of two employees. Bill and Bud are very odd, but very dear men,
middle-aged bachelors who spend every
waking moment reading the store’s contents in the stockroom. J.R. has learned a lot about being a man in a
man’s world in Manhasset, but it is here, with Bill and Bud, that he learns
about the world by reading the curriculum they lay out for him. J.R. gets accepted into Yale, where he feels
he doesn’t belong. He falls in love with
a beautiful, high society woman student, and the class differences between them
(and her own need to belong to her type of clique) end up breaking his heart. J.R. takes many a late night train from New
Haven to get down to Manhasset, to get to the bar, and to drink. He is like a drone returning to the
hive. After graduation in 1986,
Moehringer manages to secure a place as a copyboy at The New York Times, in a training program where someone with the
right stuff could work his way up to becoming a full-fledged reporter. Moehringer uses the last part of his memoir
to determine whether he, as a man, can put away childish things and figure out
where he truly belongs.
Moehringer’s
comic but never condescending pitch-perfect portraits of his family, his
friends, the staff and the regulars at Publican’s left me laughing out loud,
and, occasionally, wiping away a few tears.
He breathes life into a very specific period and place, and there is not
one false note. The consummate prose,
adept pacing and emotional content of the memoir are absolutely
breathtaking. Although The Tender Bar clearly is a work of
nonfiction, Moehringer possesses the imagination and inventiveness of a great
novelist. How fortunate for us, since
his first novel Sutton (based on the
life of Willie Sutton, the bank robber) will be published by Hyperion on
September 25, 2012.
