Shelves: donated-to-bookcellar A bit of a scumbag, a lousy lay, full of blarney, sometimes puerile and petty minded, after pages I was fed up with this guy. Still, this was an interesting read. Aug 24, Jeff Buddle rated it liked it I both love and hate this book. Boy-oh, boy-oh does it start good, describing a game of ringolevio on the streets of Little Italy in s New York. Ringolevio is a sort of kids wargame in which the object was to capture the majority of the opposing teams members and hold them in a prison while fighting off any attempt to free them.
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On April 6, , the thirty-five-year-old Grogan was found dead on a subway car in New York City, possibly of a drug overdose. Besides his autobiography, Grogan was the author of Final Score, a fictional crime novel. Peter Coyote is an actor, activist, novelist, songwriter, and Emmy-winning voice-over artist.
His memoir is entitled Sleeping Where I Fall. Editorial Reviews "Grogan was one of the figureheads of the West Coast movement in the mid Sixties and this book — some of which is true — charts his rise to infamy. The Diggers were devoted to genuine egalitarianism and involved themselves in street theatre, direct action and distributing free food. He was a jewel thief, a heroin addict and then came to San Francisco and started the Diggers. He had a lot of charisma. To know Grogan—a wild phenomenon who made the world his stange and could strut more in a month than Olivier played in a lifetime—was to entertain such possibilities.
Most people are afraid to admit how much fun it was. Grogan writes so clearly that he almost convinces us that the whole story could be true.
It blows myths, settles scores and leaves one pondering the invisible rules by which history and individuals impinge upon one another.
A lithe, freckled man with flinty, Irish features walked in to observe. He had an arresting gait with a leoline head thrust aggressively forward as if it were impatient with the body behind it. His eyes were a cool, unflappable blue, and his face was as still as a mask suggesting abundant anger and determination. Emmett Grogan had come to audition. We struck up a conversation that carried us through the afternoon and a long walk to our respective flats, which, it turned out, were on opposite corners of the street. He was a galvanizing story teller and an immediate new friend who subsequently changed my life in more profound ways that anyone I had ever met before, or have allowed to since.
Ringolevio: A Life Played for Keeps
Ringolevio – Emmett Grogan