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A NEW YORKER BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR • A warm, funny, irresistible memoir that follows an improbable and life-changing college friendship over the course of forty years—from the best-selling author of The End of Your Life Book Club • “A rare view of male friendship.”—NPR “Moving…salted with Schwalbe’s well-established literary intelligence and a palpable empathy.” —The New York Times Book Review By the time Will Schwalbe was a junior at college, he had already met everyone he cared to know: the theater people, writers, visual artists and comp lit majors, and various other quirky characters including the handful of students who shared his own major, Latin and Greek. He also knew exactly who he wanted to avoid: the jocks. The jocks wore baseball caps and moved in packs, filling boisterous tables in the dining hall, and on the whole seemed to be another species entirely, one Will might encounter only at his own peril. All this changed dramatically when Will collided with Chris Maxey, known to just about everyone as Maxey. Maxey was physically imposing, loud, and a star wrestler who was determined to become a Navy SEAL (where he would later serve for six years). Thanks to the strangely liberating circumstances of a little-known secret society at Yale, the two forged a bond that would become a mainstay of each other’s lives as they repeatedly lost and found each other and themselves in the years after graduation. From New Haven to New York City, from Hong Kong and Panama to a remarkable school on an island in the Bahamas—through marriages and a divorce, triumphs and devastating losses—We Should Not Be Friends tracks an extraordinary friendship over decades of challenge and change. Schwalbe’s marvelous new work is, at its heart, a joyful testament to the miracle of human connection—and how if we can just get past our preconceptions, we may find some of our greatest friends.
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I think my definition of friendship and Schwalbe's definition are quite different.
Unexpectedly lovely. A portrait and memoir of a friendship over 40+ years.
Someone somewhere called it a deep look into male friendship. Ah yes, male friendship, that thorny beast. Don't men struggle to make and keep friends? That's what Richard Reeves and Bowling Alone and that Kurzgesagt video make me believe. Isn't there a loneliness epidemic?
Anyway. I didn't really see this book in such a gendered, macro way. I saw it in a very intimate, micro way - a celebration of, indeed, our ape-y need to have close friends. A shoulder to cry on!
The author, Will Schwalbe, describes himself as a nerdy, bookish, unathletic, gay man who “should not” be friends with, the friend-love of his life, Chris Maxey, described as a big, strapping jock with a heart o' gold. This book is really a loving paean to “Maxey” - as he is called by loved ones. Schwalbe often comes across as peevish and rigid, I even started getting annoyed with him. Until I remembered he was the author. But he really sings the praises of Maxey, and what his friendship with Maxey has brought into his life. It's touching. Deeply sweet. I found myself with tears in my eyes at the end - and recommitted to keeping the flames of my friendships alive and burning sweetly! MAYBE EVEN I SHALL CALL YOU PEOPLE, AND YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE TALKING ON THE PHONE.
Incidentally, Maxey founded a school in the Bahamas - The Island School - which Schwalbe also sings the praises of. I wonder how much of an applications bump they'll get because of this.