I guess I am officially an avid reader of Andre Dubus the younger. I don’t really want to be because I only liked his second book, and what got me through most of this one was that it talked about where I grew up.
Townies is a novel about fighting set in Newburyport and Haverhill. And that’s about it. I thought it was at least 200 pages too long. The writing was good, but not particularly stirring or innovative. The only parts that really got me was when he would go on about the metaphorical membrane you have to break in order to fight someone.
Wish I could find a picture of Newburyport circa 1970 online. It wasn’t the yuppy town it is now.