Dirtbag, Massachusetts: A Confessional - Isaac Fitzgerald

 

I am a fan of memoirs, reading at least a dozen of them every year for the last decade or so. Sometimes I know a little (or a lot) about the author before beginning a memoir; sometimes I’ve never heard of the author at all. Isaac Fitzgerald was most definitely not someone I knew of before picking up Dirtbag, Massachusetts, and the more I read of the confessional essays that make up Fitzgerald's memoir, the easier it was to see why that was. 

Dirtbag, Massachusetts begins with Fitzgerald’s unconventional Boston childhood. As he puts it, Fitzgerald’s birth had the potential to destroy not one, but two families because although his parents were married when he was born, it was not to each other. That his parents managed to get together after Fitzgerald's birth at all, much less make a long, often loud, life together for so long is a whole other story in itself. Fitzgerald, a fairly accomplished juvenile delinquent filled with the inner guilt that so often comes with a strict Catholic upbringing (believe me, I know), would eventually leave Boston for the West Coast - where he became an even more accomplished adult delinquent, someone always living on the edge of what most would call acceptable society.

What follows is Fitzgerald’s unapologetic account of the years he spent boozing, doing drugs, bartending, bar bouncing, and working in San Francisco’s porn industry - both behind and in front of the cameras. If nothing else, Dirtbag, Massachusetts is a frank revelation of one man’s lifestyle choices and how he survived (not necessarily overcame) each of them. And he would do it all over again - with pleasure. This is not one of those memoirs where an author wants the reader to learn from the his mistakes. This is one of those memoirs where an author simply wants to entertain and impress the reader with his experiences. 

It’s all very readable, and this reader is happy that Fitzgerald is somewhat of a success today, married and able to make a living from his writing without having to rely on “day jobs” to keep him afloat. But for me, reading Dirtbag, Massachusetts was a little like eating cotton candy. After I was done, I wondered what all the fuss was about.