August 7 , 2020

Pete Hamill
1935-2020

It is with great sadness that I report the death of my friend Pete Hamill.

As an adolescent I was more familiar with his dating life, Jackie Kennedy Onassis and Shirley MacLaine, as reported in the New York Post by Earl Wilson, than his first-rate journalism, that later inspired me.

We connected through his daughter Deirdre, who was a subscriber to THE PARIS INSIDER and as I am proud to say Pete became as well.

We discovered that we had much in common: born on the same day, June 24, marriages to Latin women, fluency in Spanish and a passion for our hometown, Brooklyn.

I was delighted to produce and host an interview at the Hotel du Louvre in Paris and proud that Pete spoke at one of my Paris in New York Literary Festivals.

Always a stand-up guy, his work was informed by the humanity instilled in him by Anne DEVLIN, his Irish immigrant mother. He was liked and respected by the totality of the ethnic populations that define New York.

In the Yiddish that he learned as a child  when he was a Shabbos Goy, he was a true mensch

Béatrice de Géa for The New York Times

"If people say nothing can be done about Brownsville, they lie. If this country would stop its irrational nonsense and get to work, every Brownsville would be gone in five years. Get the hell out of Asia. Stop feeding dictators. Forget about airports, SSTs, Albany Malls, highways. This country can do anything. And if Brownsville stays the way it is for another year, someone sleek and fat and comfortable should go to jail."

When Donald Trump took out full-page newspaper ads in 1989 calling for the death penalty of the five men arrested in the Central Park Five rape case (all five would eventually have their convictions vacated), Hamill wrote in the Post: "Snarling and heartless and fraudulently tough, insisting on the virtue of stupidity, it was the epitome of blind negation. Hate was just another luxury. And Trump stood naked, revealed as the spokesman for that tiny minority of Americans who live well-defended lives. Forget poverty and its causes. Forget the degradation and squalor of millions. Fry them into passivity."
 
 

A DRINKING LIFE
As a child during the Depression and World War II, Pete Hamill learned early that drinking was an essential part of being a man, especially an Irishman, inseparable from the rituals of celebration, mourning, friendship, romance, and religion. 

In A Drinking Life, Hamill explains how alcohol slowly became a part of his life, and how he ultimately left it behind. Along the way, he summons the mood of an America that is gone forever, with the bittersweet fondness of a lifelong New Yorker.

But don't be deceived. This is not about the ravages of whisky but a reflection on a rich life that included alcohol. 

"Magnificent. A Drinking Life is about growing up and growing old, working and trying to work, within the culture of drink." --Boston Globe

Hamill recalls a time when all reporters wore loosened neckties, had a cigarette dangling from their lips, a shot of whisky at hand and hammered out stories on battered Underwoods. 

 Take the time to watch this, with or without a whiskey in hand
It will teach you or reinforce many life lessons and leave you with a sense of the great loss that his friends and readers are feeling today.


SNOW IN AUGUST


Pete's humanity dominates, what for me is the most poignant of his novels. The time is just after the second world war and a young Czechoslovakian rabbi has arrived in Brooklyn absent the wife and family that perished in the camps. A young Irish lad befriends him and becomes the synagogue's shabbos goy, who performs all of the tasks that religious Jews are prohibited from performing on Saturday.

As that friendship blossoms the rabbi instructs the young man in the joys of reading and the kid teaches him about baseball, highlighted by a visit to Ebbetts Field to watch Jackie Robinson play.


THE CHRISTMAS KID
and other Brooklyn stories


The deeply felt reminiscence of a Brooklyn long since passed will delight those of us raised in the then  second largest city in America and will tug at the hearts of those who can only share the experience vicariously. 

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Readers Comments


Remembering Pete Hamill

Terrance , Though I met Pete Hamill only several times in your company his death had an impact on me like few other peoples death , I read him for years in newspapers and his books . Several of his books reside in my library . I guess because he reflected New York so vividly , I felt like he was a close friend sharing his intimitcies with me. Few writers ever reached me at that level. A decent man of integrity that will be missed 
Bob Glaser, Paris

What a life! So glad we went to his evening at NYU.. Thanks again for including me. 
Martha Ann Babcock, NYC

Oh no...I met him several times... sad. 
Weren't u lucky... he was a terrific writer.
EA Austin, NYC

Hello Terrance-
My heart aches ..
Hope we can meet up  in Paris for. a toast to life! 
Be well.. I was so grateful to you for having the chance to meet Pete at your reading at the hotel Louvre(?) I don't even know how many years ago! 
Hugs ,Suzy zelda and apo

So sorry to hear about the passing of your dear friend Pete. Suzy was so fond of him and his writing.  She often mentioned his books and how much she liked him.  I hope you are staying healthy and safe.
all the best,
Claudia Chika

Morning T- sad news about Pete- what a lovely man, and thanks to YOU- I got to know him and Fukiko! Bon weekend! 
June "Tex" Rives, Houston

wow, I didn't know Pete Hamill passed away....when, Terrance ? (Aug 5)
I have his small book that he wrote about my all time favorite singer..
' Why Sinatra matters '....

Pete, say hello to Frank when you run into him at some heavenly bistro.......

WVH, Moss Beach, CA

     
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Terrance Gelenter
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