The Bear in the Attic

McManus also updates old hunting and fishing jokes - lying about the size of your fish; the ways in which the old, sage hunter gets the neophyte to do all the work under the guise of "teaching" him; and the neophyte's hunt for the mythical sasquatch. But the old pro is at his best when he is spinning long, elaborate yarns with sophisticated twists that require the reader to follow carefully and put two and two together to get five or six.

His title story, "The Bear in the Attic," starts out with the apparent kidnapping of a young girl. Turns out the kidnapper is her grandfather (the author, of course). To entertain her, granddad promises to tell her about a bear in an attic. He begins with the story of how McManus' cowardly cousin goes AWOL from the U.S. Army by hiding in his parents' attic. He does so in collusion with his mother, though his father never knows a thing until the FBI raids the place and takes the young man off to lockup.

But what does all this have to do with a bear? McManus' granddaughter asks. The storyteller then spins off into the sequel in which his uncle brings home a bear cub. McManus' aunt thinks the pup is cute and adopts it. The bear cub calls her "Mawmaw." Eventually, the animal is opening the refrigerator himself, downing whole bags of dog food at one sitting and occupying the uncle's favorite chair. Pretty soon, the bear isn't so cute, but when he wants to hibernate in the attic, Mawmaw doesn't have the heart to refuse him. Is this just a funny story involving wildlife or a metaphor for child-rearing?

The reader will have to draw his own conclusions. McManus doesn't supply any more clues. If you go far enough back in the tradition of storytelling, the skillful liar - like Ulysses - is also the greatest storyteller. McManus freely admits that he stretches the truth to get a good tale.

Hunters and fishers learn the art of creative lying. After all, admitting that you caught only a small fish or clean missed that deer is just a little too dreary. McManus takes the campfire hyperbole to new levels of magic, and the reader is always the winner.


Side-splittingly funny   February 3, 2003
 11 out of 11 found this review helpful

We've read with pleasure Patrick McManus' stories for more than twenty years and this may be his best collection, yet.

The story that supplies the book's title ranges through a veritable history of a small Idaho town affected by World War II before any of its content relates remotely to a bear or an attic. Some feel annoyance at such digressions; my view is that I choose to spend a bit of time in this story teller's company because he does not hurry, does not abridge any telling detail or elide a nanosecond's chuckle.

What is especially satisfying about this collection is its scope: a long, almost Homerian tale to begin the game; recollections of a youth well spent in snow caves and shooting; modern -- which is to say recent -- anecdotes involving recreational vehicles and psycho-palaver. Pat McManus, if he were a tenor, would have the range to sing all the voices of the Mikado, himself.

Many humorous essays do not invite the reader's return; a punchline lets the air out of the literary balloon. But I find myself picking up this book repeatedly because the writing makes me laugh. Each journey through an essay shines new light on an element of humor, of piquancy I had missed before. With Mr McManus, the joy really is in the journey, not in the destination (or punch line).


Eleven Four and Two   January 3, 2003
 8 out of 11 found this review helpful

Happily, eleven is the number of additional collections of stories, four the number of books, and two the number of plays, that await readers after this first experience with, "A Bear In The Attic". The author of this particular collection of tales, yarns, myths, legends, boyhood shenanigans, and just simply outrageously funny prose, is Patrick F. McManus, and he has happily been at this for some time. Over 2 million of his books are in print, and unlike those frustrating moments when you discover a great new author only to realize you have just read the first and only work, here you have just begun. I am always a bit surprised to find an author this well known and well respected that I have managed to miss. In a way I am happy that I have, a whole new group of books is now waiting to be read.

Mr. McManus hails from an area decorated in what he describes as, "Idaho Gothic". Happily there are writers like he who can be found in a wide variety of locales. These people see what many of us view, but what they record, or understand, has much more detail, greater depth, and they then use their well honed gifts to share their observations with us.

Andy Rooney has been sharing his insights on 60 Minutes for many years, Garrison Keller will also come to mind, and Christopher Buckley would probably be the youngster in this crew. And then there are the legends, Mark Twain, Art Buchwald, pick your favorite satirist or storyteller, if you don't yet know this man you will readily add him to your list.

An outing with his granddaughter is either to the pool hall or the library depending on the point of view of the speaker, same goes for the head librarian who makes great Shirley Temples. A bear who routinely hibernates in your house probably sounds silly at best, the story may be all of 1% true, I don't know, but you will damage a rib or two deciding as you read. His explanation of why catch and release was invented for fishing is priceless, as are his constant returns to Sasquatches that absolutely, positively do not exist, especially the one watching as you read this, or his stories.

You do not need to be a hunter to appreciate his take on why a hunter needs dozens of pockets, how a man might chamber a role of mints in to a shotgun, or why his friends will stop at his house and ask that he not even think of whatever it is they are about to go in search of. His owns forays in to hunting won't bother the non-hunter for all they do not contain. He is more likely to talk about his shoes, time-travel, campfires, or wildly spin off on another tangent than get around to actually shooting something.

This is reading for pure fun, pure enjoyment. It does not get any better, prose does not flow any smoother, and errrr uhhhhhhhhh fibbing has never been more acceptable.