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Originally published in 1973 and long unavailable, THE GIFT returns to print in a paperback edition that features a bound-in reading group guide. This short novel portends the great literary promise that Pete Hamill would eventually fulfill in such bestsellers as A Drinking Life, Snow in August, Forever, Downtown, and North River, to name just a few.

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Hamill's 1973 Christmas story sure ain't Dickens. Set in 1952, it follows a young sailor on shore leave after serving in Korea. In a Brooklyn bar over a cup of holiday cheer-actually many of them-he finally comes to know his estranged father. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.

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The Gift

LITTLE, BROWN

Chapter One

It began somewhere else, in some other year, in a place thick with steam. I was sure of that. I slept on a couch in an aunt's house in Bay Ridge, eight years old, and it was the first time I had ever seena radiator. The stream sprayed itself upon the windows in the deep winter night, and when I awoke, I thought it was the snow come at last, the White Christmas that Bing Crosby had promised, or the Christmas of horse-drawn sleighs, trees with serrated bark, children with heavy wool mufflers bundled against the cold, and all the fine-drawn English faces I had seen in the dank-smelling bound volumes of the St. Nicholas magazine in the public library on Ninth Street. But mine was no greeting-card Christmas, and there was no snow; only steam, forced from the radiator, glazing the window of that strange house, like the breath of an old and very fat man. Standing on the Jersey Turnpike, I remembered that Christmas, my mother gone to the hospital, and no word from my father, no touch of his rough beard, his slick black hair, his hoarse voice.

"It should be along any minute now, sailor," the trooper said.

"You think I can get on it?" I said. "It might be crowded."

"I'll put you on it, young man."

The windows of the tollbooth were opaque with steam, and I remember wondering how many hours the man inside had actually worked, and whether he lived nearby, and how much he was paid. He was a fat, sloppy man, furiously smoking Camels, and looking at a Philadelphia Bulletin. I didn't like him. The cop was all right; he was doing his job, and part of his job was to stop people from hitchhiking on the Jersey Turnpike. But the fat guy in the booth was cloaked in steam, reading the paper, and chain-smoking his weeds, and I made him for a guy who cut his toenails and left the parings on the floor. I wondered if they had linoleum on the floors in Jersey and whether the guy had lived his whole life with steam heat.

"You comin' up from Bainbridge, son?" the trooper said.

"Yeah."

"During the war-the big war, the last war-most of the kids around here went up to that Great Lakes. I had a buddy went there, matter of fact. Up near Chicago. Bainbridge, that was later. You like it?"

"It's all right," I said.

"Watch your ass in that Korea."

The man in the booth leaned back, and the headline in the paper said MARINES BATTLE REDS AT CHOSIN.

"Hey," the trooper said. "Here it comes now."

Away off, two saucer-shaped lights were approaching in the darkness. The Greyhound panted up to the tollbooth, wheezing and protesting, smelling of hot rubber and burnt gasoline. The windshield wipers slapped away rain as the trooper waved and the doors opened. The guy in the tollbooth nodded, and went back to his paper.

"I got one for you, Jerry," the trooper said.

"No problem," the driver said.

I shouldered the sea bag and moved to the door.

"Try not to hitchhike on the turnpike again, sailor. It's only a mess of trouble."

"Yeah."

I started to get on, and the trooper touched my arm. "You got enough money, son?"

I looked at him: he had a kind face, and I liked him. "Enough."

I stepped on, but when I turned to tell him thanks, the trooper was gone.

(Continues...)

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