Daddy-An Absolutely Authentic Fake Memoir
By Andrea Troy
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What do you get when a preeminent newspaper recruits an opportunistic rug entrepreneur, who will remind you of Donald Trump, as its moral pundit? You get a charmingly crass satiric tell-all inspired by The Ethicist column and real scandals about false memoirs. Narrated by an adult daughter who possesses a loose tongue and nose for BS, it looks consumerism, commercialism and other contemporary norms straight in the hypocritical eye.
Readers, who know Isabel Allende, Joan Didion, and Jamaica Kincaid through their memoirs, will come across them and others in these pages that are intermixed with reality and fantasy. For those who see the irony in current trends and influences, this book will be particularly appealing.
A funny, sharp and clever look at the contradictory nature in ourselves and society, Daddy provides a good laugh at our underbelly.
Andrea Troy
A lifelong New Yorker whose varied work history, which some people might call "being all over the place," eventually led Andrea to become an adoption social worker and, for a number of years, writer and editor of a monthly group newsletter. Daddy-An Absolutely Authentic Fake Memoir, her debut novel, which was prescient because Trump-the-celebrity was not yet a presidential candidate, is about a character who is ridiculously good for a laugh, minus the aggravation! She currently is working on a novel about life's randomness and social influence, with a serious yet wry eye, and hopes people can relate to its characters and come away understanding and, perhaps, identifying with their state of mind.
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Daddy-An Absolutely Authentic Fake Memoir - Andrea Troy
Appendix 121
Author’s Note
No offense is intended to any persons living or dead or half-dead who might identify with, or think they recognize, the purely fictional characters in these pages. This book springs entirely from my imagination, which naturally is influenced by everything I read, see, hear, smell, ingest, and imbibe. How could it be otherwise? That’s life.
Intro
I’ll say it right now. Right up front. This book is a TELL-ALL. Now that may be a turn-off to you—a tell-all! —or it may be a turn-on, who knows? Only you. But I want you to be aware (and beware!) that it’s a tell-all about my father whom you probably know—know
in the public persona sense, in the Hey, isn’t that whatshisname! sense—unless in the highly unlikely event you live on Mercury and don’t know him from a crater. Okay, I concede, maybe even if you live halfway round the world or in some very remote American backwater with nothing under your feet but grass.
Most people are familiar with him as the ubiquitous businessman known as The Rugman. He’s that real character!
who’s been an item in the papers forever and often. Well, actually he wasn’t on their pages forever. There was a beginning, when he was getting established, before I was old enough to remember, and he began advertising in the local newspapers and later added bigger guys like The Wall Street Journal and The Worldly Times.
His face appeared in all print ads, which he wrote himself and which were way out there. When he started doing TV spots the public couldn’t get enough of him and he developed a sort of cult following. A newer generation, at least a certain segment newer generation, has gotten acquainted with him in his later incarnation as a syndicated columnist. (More on that soon.)
Well, in whatever way most people know my daddy, and however and whichever way you know him, I can tell you this for sure: it is not as his daughter. That honor falls to me.
This is a tell-all in the no-holds-barred sense. (You’re saying, But aren’t they all! when you know well that they aren’t.) In my case I have no desire to keep anything back and intend to objectively share it all. This book is not a lightweight or get-even diversion for me. Until a certain point in my life, I was Daddy’s Little Girl. To me he was beyond perfect, but things changed as I grew up. (Don’t go thinking he did anything sexually or otherwise untoward. No, that’s not it. It’s just that when I began to see him for who and what he was, he fell off the proverbial pedestal upon which I had placed him.)
You may think it’s kind of tacky for a child to tell it all although you’ve already been subjected to Mommie Dearest, A Child Called It, and Running With Scissors to name a few.
In my case, however, as you may have
heard, daddy dropped dead unexpectedly, precipitously, and pretty prematurely last month—he was in near perfect health—so this isn’t as tacky as you think. He’s already out of the way and can’t be hurt, unless of course you believe in an afterlife, spirits, the supernatural and all things eternal or infernal, which I don’t.
Anyway, I must add, daddy was pretty dead, especially morally (which you’ll see is very relevant as the story progresses) before he mortally passed, so he’s not entitled to be offended. I’m not saying whether I would or wouldn’t have written the book had he lived. It was in the works, in my head at least, but his death freed—or stirred?—me and right after the funeral, the day after he died, in head I started in earnest to write this story. His story. My story of him.
Daddy first gained notoriety as an oddball carpet entrepreneur in New York before rolling down the Eastern Seaboard and later becoming a national phenomenon. Because his ads were so popular and his face so recognizable and he was sooo rambunctious, he became an item in the papers and appeared in articles and gossip columns. Many years ago People featured three pages worth of him. Even I was in it--there was one photo of our whole family.
Candor Schatz, the guy you knew as The Rugman, was my daddy. He grew his business from a storefront in Brooklyn to a countrywide operation. His personality, part Woody Allen schlemiel/part Rodney Dangerfield brash, was great for business. His face became synonymous with carpets. Some papers called his looks idiosyncratic.
I guess describing his suspicious eyes, comb-over hair, and in-your-face bulldog head that way was their prerogative. Looks, I suppose, depend on whether the right or left or center eye is doing the looking.
Rumors that daddy wore a toupee spread as effortlessly as whipped cream cheese on everything bagels. They weren’t true. He just had a really weird Donald Trump wannabe do, with an orange cast, that nobody could talk him out of and required tons of hairspray. The lacquer industry owes him a great debt. But daddy, being who daddy was, played it for all it was worth and ended his commercials saying, Rugs of the Highest Quality at the Lowest Prices!, and then with a wink and a nod he’d add, And I don’t give a SCHATZ what you think! People roared with delight! And they swooped up his exotic and less than exotic rugs with the enthusiasm of dogs devouring stacks of White Castle burgers.
So daddy’s reputation was sustained by chutzpah and salesmanship. And advertising. Because of his large following and hokey humor and bigger-than-life self, and their desire to do something truly innovative, about 10 years ago The Worldly Times signed him on to be a columnist. At least that’s what they gave as the reasons. (In truth, I happen to think it had something to do with his recarpeting their offices gratis, but I can’t prove it and I don’t think The Worldly would do their own expose, not with all that plush wool that could be pulled out right from under their feet.)
Thus, daddy ended up doing a featured column,