In the book his laughing and loving readers have been waiting for, our generation’s master of full-hearted humor lays open the soul of his life story.
Roy Blount Jr.–Georgia boy turned New York wit, lover of baseball and interesting women, bumbling adventurer, literary lion, salty-limerick virtuoso and impassioned father–journeys into the past and his psyche (also all the way to China, sixty feet underwater and to various Manhattan hot spots) in search of the answers to three riddles that have haunted him intimately:
One: the riddle of “the family curse.” Two: the riddle of what drives him (or anyone) to be funny. Three: the riddle of what so cruelly tangled his unseverable bond with the beguiling, beaten orphan girl who became the impossible mother who raised him to Be Sweet.
Roy Blount’s memoir is sardonic and sentimental, hilarious and grieving, brazen and bashful, tough and tender–sometimes by turns and sometimes all at once. Almost harshly honest, yet sportively wayward, Be Sweet resonates with the complex but bouncy chords of a whole man singing, clinkers and all.