Book Review: Where's My Wand by Eric Poole

If ever there were a book that described my life in excruciating detail, it is Where's My Wand? by Eric Poole. I discovered it at one of the final days of the Border's going out of business sale, a sale I was both delighted by and quite despondent over, but didn't open the cover until this week. The only reason it took me 3 days to read the book is because I realized after the first night of reading I had finished almost 3/5 of the book and wanted to slow down to savor the moment.


It's that good.

Growing up, I did a number of academically inclined speaking contests. One of which included literary readings - poetry, specifically. Meaning that I have a deep and almost disgusting love of the written word, of stories, of Story, and of the guts it takes to tell yours. But, the best stories, the ones that stay with me, are the ones where you get to the end and you realize you have tears in your eyes. You're not sure how long they've been there, and you can't say for sure whether it was from laughing so hard you almost vomited or because Chapter 11 punched you right in the gut.

Where's My Wand? is a book just exactly like that. 

It is the story of Eric Poole, a guy you haven't heard of, but whom, if you were anything like me growing up, you will fall deeply in love. The book starts when Poole is a child, a future gay growing up in a time when Bewitched was putting out new episodes and shag carpeting had to be raked. Although he is, naturally, quite fabulous, the other kids at school don't seem to quite glom on to the sheer fierceness of his personality. Thus, of course, he takes matters into his own hands with a little help from Endora. Yes, as in Bewitched. 

See, as a child, Eric believed in magic, that magic worked just like he saw it on TV. Therefore, he employed it in his everyday life by donning a bedspread in his basement, waving his arms, and visualizing the change he wanted. (Sound familiar, robed pagan folk?) First, he absolutely believes that every single magical act results in perfectly carried out magical wishes, but as he gets older, and the things he uses his magic for become bigger, he realizes the world might be a little more real than he'd originally been led to believe by primetime programming. 

We see Eric go from 6 to 16, exploring what it means to be a begrudging member of a family you don't quite understand - nor do they quite understand you - but everyone still, somehow, loves one another. We watch him learn the purest lessons one can learn in life: What it means to die, what it means to make real friends, what it means to love and accept yourself, and what it means to clean wood furniture until the lacquer has come off. (I love his mother.)

The book is poignant without being preachy, gut-bustingly funny without being crass, and makes you want to call up your buddy from middle school. You know, the one that Facebooked you 2 years ago because Facebook said you two might know each other because you went to the same school 17 years ago and thus must still be interested in the same exact things, and, you about New Kids on the Block and how awesome it is not to have braces anymore.

It is nostalgic, opulent, and gracious, and made be believe - not that it had waned - even more in magic. 

(Seriously, the hardback is less than $10.)

Love and Lyte,

Fire Lyte

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