Nothing predestined this Bronx kid, who grew up in the working-class neighborhood of Crotona Park, to become the writer he is today, with around fifty titles in his catalog (novels, thrillers, short stories, essays, comics …), Admired by his peers, in the forefront of which John Irving, Joyce Carol Oates, and Don DeLillo, a Bronxite too.
Charyn grew up between
comics
and cinema sessions at Loew's Paradise.
At home, we speak Yiddish;
her father is from Poland, her mother is from Belarus.
Even before adolescence, he hangs out in a gang in the streets and joins forces with Meyer Lansky, one of the pundits of organized crime.
He admitted it at the end of the 1980s: “
I was born in a weird cradle between two continents.
My parents never adapted to America.
They stayed like children.
And I am the wild child of their sadness and their defeat
. "
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Jerome Charyn and the ghosts of the Bronx
He was then taken by the reading virus, devouring the classics of the Modern Library, and enrolled in college.
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