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Trussoni, Danielle

 
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One of the New York Times Book Review's 10 Best Books of the Year

New York Times bestselling author Danielle Trussoni's unforgettable memoir of her wild and haunted father, a man whose war never really ended.

From her charismatic father, Danielle Trussoni learned how to rock and roll, outrun the police, and never shy away from a fight. Spending hour upon hour trailing him around the bars and honky-tonks of La Crosse, Wisconsin, young Danielle grew up fascinated by stories of her dad's adventures as a tunnel rat in Vietnam, where he'd risked his life crawling head first into narrow passageways to search for American POWs.

A vivid and poignant portrait of a daughter's relationship with her father, this funny, heartbreaking, and beautifully written memoir, Falling Through the Earth, "makes plain that the horror of war doesn't end in the trenches" (Vanity Fair).

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Danielle Trussoni grew up in LaCrosse, Wisconsin, and now lives in New York City. She is a graduate of the University of Wisconsin and the Iowa Writers' Workshop. Her books include the New York Times bestselling Angelology and Angelopolis, and the award-winning memoir about her father, Falling Through the Earth.

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Falling Through the Earth

A MemoirBy Danielle Trussoni

Picador USA

Copyright © 2007 Danielle Trussoni
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ISBN: 9780312426569
Winter of ’85, we were on the run. Dad veered the truck into an alley, cut across a parking lot, and merged with traffic running along the frozen
Mississippi. My father was always prone to paranoia, but the police had become a real problem. After the last arrest, he’d lost his license. If they caught us again, Dad would go to jail. Streets expanded before us, eerie and lonesome. Pawnshops and motels and tattoo parlors fell away as we passed. The city was cold and sharp-angled, as if emerging from a block of ice.
     My father was running from the police, from his first ex-wife, his creditors, and his dreams. He was running from his second ex-wife (my mother), his illegitimate children, and his past. He was running from himself, and I was right there with him, his twelve-year-old accomplice. No matter how far or fast we ran, I stayed with him. I was all he had left.
     We slowed down before Roscoe’s, Dad’s favorite bar, and parked near a set of rusty, snow-packed railroad tracks. Bleak, electrocuted trees tangled before the buildings’ brick façades. Dad locked his truck and walked ahead. He always moved fast. I jogged to keep up as a neon beer sign blinked, sending swirls of pink over his face. As he turned his head, I saw myself in his olive skin, the hint of haughtiness in his profile. The empty, nickel-hard sky bowled around us, framing my father who looked at me, his smile boyish, and pulled the door to Roscoe’s open. “After you, Danielle-my-belle.”





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