Nick Flynn met his father when he was working as a caseworker in a homeless shelter in Boston. As a teenager he’d received letters from this stranger father, a self-proclaimed poet and con man doing time in federal prison for bank robbery. Another Bull**** Night in Suck City tells the story of the trajectory that led Nick and his father onto the streets, into that shelter, and finally to each other.
“As I made my way through this memoir, I envisioned myself walking with bare feet through Nick Flynn’s life. Suck City is a barefoot walk, at least for me. The dare comes not with the title, but by Flynn’s immediate defiance of the tonal expectation he establishes by using that title as the calling card for this particular story. The title and everything in it is Jonathan Flynn, Nick’s father, the great undiscovered writer, the troubled scribe, the alcoholic with delusions of grandeur, the meek that shall inherit the Earth—or at the very least, finally, a hardcover book in which he, finally at long last and deservedly, is the main event. Of course, of course this title belongs to Jonathan Flynn. He owns it. With all its cynicism and realism and wit, it’s his, hands-down.” - Jacque Day