Me and Marley - The New York TimesThe Grogans, golden-fleeced journalists, move from Kalamazoo, Mich. Except for the occasional thunderstorm that freaks out the neurotic dog, the weather in Florida is always sunny with low humidity. Later in the movie, after nearly a decade and a half have passed and the Grogans and their three model children have moved to a greeting-card perfect stone house with a barn in rural Pennsylvania, the years seem not to have touched them. The waistline of Ms. The possibility of post-partum depression is cautiously broached, then dropped as though too hot to handle. Most of the time the Grogans get along fine, largely because John is a laid-back dude verging on a doormat. If Jenny, the no-nonsense household boss, is mercifully forgiving and appealingly curvaceous, beneath her surface perkiness she is awfully dull; early on, the movie conveniently forgets she is a journalist.
Marley & Me
The dog-owner’s heartbreak - ‘Marley & Me’ author draws tears from Trinity audience
When John Grogan and his wife traveled to Ireland, they left behind the third member of the family: Marley, their Labrador retriever. Grogan wrote a six-page "Marley memo" for the dog sitter. This document nicely captures the pet's personality. Vitamin pill: "The best way to give it to him is to simply drop it on the floor and pretend he's not supposed to have it. Beverages: "His jowls hold a surprising amount of water, which runs out as he walks away from the bowl. Obeying commands: "It's best if you're standing and not crouched down when you call him. Grogan knew the workings of Marley's mind.
That Marley. This was the dog that would establish Mr. Grogan as a disarmingly funny raconteur. Marley would also become the canine equivalent of a rock star. Grogan has already described to such best-selling effect.
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It is now in its 20th printing, with , books in print, the publisher said. - Phil in creative writing Deirdre Madden. Photograph: Daniel Comer.
The memoir genre has taken a beating in recent months, with some writers accused of fudging facts or inventing events to make their life stories more salacious. Cut to their purchase of a rambunctious, attention-deficit-disordered puppy who grew into a big boisterous lug that crashed through his days, leaving wrecked screen doors, shattered nerves, angry obedience instructors, muddied clothing and a long trail of slobber behind him. Suddenly we're the responsible ones and he was the incorrigible one. Since its publication last fall, the book has made 17 trips back to press for , copies in print. While Grogan didn't make a conscious decision that this was going to be a book that talks about our relationship every bit as much as it talks about the dog, his memoir documents a marriage and family weathering a miscarriage, children, post-partum depression, new towns and new jobs, while living with a dog that consistently provokes laughter and frustration and teaches them to be themselves even when that irks everyone else. The touching story has struck a huge chord with both women and your stereotypical big, tough men, according to Grogan, who has received more than 2, e-mails from readers to date not only praising and reacting to the book, but sharing their own bad dog stories. Sign up for our newsletters!
I just saw Marley and Me. Spoiler alert: You will cry. What struck me while watching the movie which did not register back when I read the book, is how it is a tale of parenting. How Jenny Grogan leaves a job she loves and John Grogan constricts his work dreams, after their children arrive. And how before that, in order to prepare for eventual children, they get a dog — the yellow lab of the title. I did things the other way around.
Why this dog and no other? It is now in its 20th printing, with , books in print, the publisher said. As readers of the book know, Marley is dead, but as Grogan, a columnist for The Philadelphia Inquirer, said, "Marley's ghost is everywhere. He pointed to where Marley had scraped at the wall with his claws and gnawed at the door frame trying to escape. Then he walked over to another spot where Marley had scraped at the drywall and gnawed at the wood corner piece. Marley was, in a way, a dog who loved too much.