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Reviews of The Drunkard's Son

​“Dennis Foley may have outgrown his days as a Chicago alley fighter, but in The Drunkard’s Son he delivers a knockout punch with this moving and thought-provoking look at a sometimes painful period in American history and in a young boy’s life. Foley knows how to tell a story—the highest compliment I can pay.”        --Mark Brown, Chicago Sun-Times


“…This is a compelling and surprisingly humorous book.  And Foley has always been one to play around with perceptions. . . . You will be pleasantly surprised by the depth and heart and honesty of his new book.”    --Rick Kogan, Chicago Tribune


The odd agents who weave their way across Foley's pages make for a fantastic read.  While this mem-fic (part memoir, part fiction) contains a number of sad stories reminiscent of Angela's Ashes, Foley's humorous stories help bring good balance to this work.”     --Reviewers Bookwatch


"Foley intertwines humorous stories about his misadventures with his drunken father alongside journal entries about the strange solitude Foley seemed to enjoy during his 10-day hospital stay, after he was nearly stabbed to death in an alley fight as a sophomore at St. Laurence High School."        



"The Dunkard’s Son features 40 vignettes of life on Chicago’s South Side in the 1960s and 1970s, where Foley, 51, a gifted storyteller, grew up with two brothers and three sisters in a succession of second-floor apartments."                              --Lorraine Swanson, Oak Lawn Patch


“This is Foley’s second book written in a voice that is not quite his own—and the second time he’s pulled it off. . . . The Drunkard’s Sonis more than anything a storytelling vehicle. . . . There is plenty to put a smile on your face.  But you’re more likely to get choked up by the vignettes of father and son at the neighborhood tavern.”                              --Mark Brown, Chicago Sun-Times


“Fascinating read. An ordinary kid telling an ordinary story in an extraordinary way.”
          --John R. Powers, author of Do Black Patent Leather Shoes Really Reflect Up? , The Last Catholic

             in America, and The Unoriginal Sinner and the Ice Cream god






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