Feb 2, 2010
A Fan’s Notes

Frederick Exley’s A Fan’s Notes is one of those books that blurs the line between fiction and memoir, like if James Frey had acknowledged the fictional nature of his books and possessed a sense of humor. This “fictional memoir” is rich with irony and derision, whiskey-soaked and atavistic. I haven’t had this much fun reading in a long time. Perhaps it is not better known because Exley made it so difficult to describe. It’s about an alcoholic writer doing time in mental institutions and generally fucking his life up … and that’s really it, with a strange extended metaphor about the Frank Gifford New York Giants, written in the first person with long periods of total inactivity on the narrator’s mother’s davenport. Depending on your taste, it’s either way more fun than it sounds or exactly as much fun as it sounds. For me, few books have so wisely summed up the fractured psyche of the American ’50s. – John Collins


