ONE of the liveliest voices on the pages of the New York Times Magazine has just released a beautifully observed and heartbreaking book. Stephen Rodrick’s The Magical Stranger: A Son’s Journey Into His Father’s Life justifies the overused word “poignant.”
Rodrick is known to sharp-eyed readers for a wide range of stories in the Times magazine as well as Men’s Journal; a recent story, on Lindsay Lohan, Bret Easton Ellis, Paul Schrader and the movie The Canyons, may be the smartest piece involving a celebrity I’ve read in years.
The Magical Stranger is both a look back and a look inward: It’s a kind of reported memoir in which Rodrick chronicles his Navy-pilot father’s early years and death in 1979, when he crashed in the Indian Ocean when Rodrick was just 13.
Full disclosure: Part of my interest in the book comes from the fact that his father and mine were classmates at the Naval Academy; apparently they didn’t know each other. And while I’ve admired Rodrick’s work for years before we met, we’ve become acquainted he moved to Los Angeles. Finally, I am unfairly biased in his direction because of his excellent taste in music, and he shares The Misread City’s ardor for Lloyd Cole, the Go-Betweens and other exemplars of unpopular pop, a term he turns out to have coined.
Here is my Q&A with Stephen Rodrick, who appears at Vroman’s bookstore in Pasadena tonight, June 3.