Wingman, by Manus Pinkwater
The 3rd book I’ve read in the past week to make me cry.
Too short to write too much about, save to say that Daniel Pinkwater (yes, he used his middle name as his first on this book) is an author who can tell a heartwarming tale I can believe in, even after I’ve lived through the Age of Irony and the Age of After and even in the midst of the Age of Whatever-This-Is-Now. Mr. Pinkwater is a genius, or he has a daemon like that of Socrates. This story of a poor Chinese-American kid exiled to the New York Public School system is wonderful. I only hope that the kid kept his comic book collection afterwards.
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