{"id":1566,"date":"2025-07-19T10:49:40","date_gmt":"2025-07-19T18:49:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.com\/site\/?page_id=1566"},"modified":"2025-07-19T10:49:40","modified_gmt":"2025-07-19T18:49:40","slug":"a-bittersweet-keening-goneness","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.com\/site\/books\/a-bittersweet-keening-goneness\/","title":{"rendered":"A Bittersweet, Keening Goneness"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h2 class=\"wp-block-heading\">A Bittersweet, Keening Goneness <\/h2>\n\n\n\n<p>There are lots of memoirs out there in which a writer chronicles a troubled relationship with a parent. This is the opposite of that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/Dad-and-Me-for-webpage-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1571\" srcset=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/Dad-and-Me-for-webpage-1024x768.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/glenhirshberg.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/Dad-and-Me-for-webpage-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/glenhirshberg.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/Dad-and-Me-for-webpage-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/glenhirshberg.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/Dad-and-Me-for-webpage-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/glenhirshberg.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/Dad-and-Me-for-webpage-2048x1536.jpg 2048w, https:\/\/glenhirshberg.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/07\/Dad-and-Me-for-webpage-1200x900.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 709px) 85vw, (max-width: 909px) 67vw, (max-width: 1362px) 62vw, 840px\" \/><figcaption>A long time ago, when we were young, mid disccusion-that-never-ends&#8230;<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>My dad, Jerry Hirshberg, was a world-class auto-designer who had no interest in cars, and considered himself a painter. A spectacular classical clarinetist who was also (literally, if briefly) a rock star. A people-loving hermit. A secret curmudgeon who didn&#8217;t just radiate joy but generated it in so many of the people who knew him.  And a pretty terrific dad to both his very different sons. Including this older, more alien one.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>A Bittersweet, Keening Goneness<\/em> is a collection of essays that examines and celebrates the relationship I was so lucky to have with him.. It&#8217;s also about having a relationship to creativity and art, and what that costs, and what it offers, and the ways in which it is and isn&#8217;t sharable, even with the people you love the most. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The essays are framed and inspired by the card catalog he kept, annotating most of the music and movies he consumed throughout his life. At the moment, it&#8217;s  more a book-in-progress than a book. If and when it does become a physical object&#8211; which is not only what he would have preferred, but the only way he way he would have read it&#8211;I would want it done right, with full-color, high-quality reproductions of some of his art, and also the notecards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The links below are to the original Substack versions of the essays, where, for now, they are freely readable to everyone. There are still a few more pieces I&#8217;d want to write for the final product. But this is the core of it. They don&#8217;t do him justice. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I loved writing them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p> <em>A Bittersweet, Keening Goneness<strong>:<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><a href=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.substack.com\/p\/a-bittersweet-keening-goneness-pt1\">Pt. 1&#8211; Oh, Hi Dad<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><a href=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.substack.com\/p\/a-bittersweet-keening-goneness-pt2\">Pt. 2&#8211; Responses, Hosannas<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><a href=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.substack.com\/p\/a-bittersweet-keening-goneness-pt3\">Pt. 3&#8211; Dadfinger<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><a href=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.substack.com\/p\/a-bittersweet-keening-goneness-pt4\">Pt. 4&#8211; The Meaning of Life, Period<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><a href=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.substack.com\/p\/a-bittersweet-keening-goneness-part\">Pt. 5&#8211; Is This Brain?<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><a href=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.substack.com\/p\/a-bittersweet-keening-goneness-part-063\">Pt. 6&#8211;  Nothing Can Prepare You<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><a href=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.substack.com\/p\/a-bittersweet-keening-goneness-part-2da\">Pt. 7&#8211; Must Explore Further!<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><a href=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.substack.com\/p\/a-bittersweet-keening-goneness-pt\">Pt. 8&#8211; Dogma vs. Delight<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-medium-font-size\"><a href=\"https:\/\/glenhirshberg.substack.com\/p\/a-bittersweet-keening-goneness-pt-b34\">Pt. 9&#8211; He Knew a Secret<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Bittersweet, Keening Goneness There are lots of memoirs out there in which a writer chronicles a troubled relationship with a parent. 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