bandini quartet

Fante & Black

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My younger brother bought me Fante for my fortieth birthday.  I was just reading Jack Black’s You Can’t Win which I’d been given by a new acquaintance.  It was the weirdest month since and something akin to the feeling I experienced when first hearing The Jam’s “Setting Sons” and The Clash’s “London Calling” as an eleven year old. 

To this day I find it hard to believe that it took me so long to discover John Fante.  When I finished Dreams From Bunker Hill I went on the phone to commiserate with my young brother about “no more Arturo” and I meant it.