A Stone for Danny Fisher

For those who aren't familiar with Harold Robbins let me explain something about his writing: Harold Robbins books are loosely based on real people from Hollywood, real life gangsters (Bugsy Siegel being one), famous sports figures, and one very famous multi-millionaire, Howard Hughes. All people who became famous prior to 1960. This particular book, "A Stone for Danny Fisher" is about a boxer. Not being familiar with boxers, I couldn't say who's story he took liberty with, but it is a good read. A young boy who feels the security of a loving, stable family, suddenly has the world he knew ripped from him and finds himself living in poverty in a new environment. That change takes him down another road where, by adulthood, he's made some very wrong choices which lead to the problems that occur throughout his life. He is supported by his mother, his girlfriend (whom he loves but can't, or won't, choose the path that will keep them together forever), and Ronnie, a beautiful prostitute with a kind heart with a special spot for Danny Fisher. Danny loves the women in his life, including his sister. But feels compelled to always make the wrong choices. This book, as does most of Harold Robbins books (especially the first 6 or 8) has several steamy, but not too graphic, sex scenes which make for an exciting read

“A Stone For Danny Fisher”, one of Robbins’ earlier novels, is also one of his best. It belongs to the earlier generation of books which actually has little sex in it and is more sentimental in its plotting and characterisations. As the third novel he wrote, it stamps Robbins once and for all as a masterful storyteller. The book moves along at a relentless pace, as we follow the triumphs and tragedies of Danny Fisher and his constant struggle to reclaim his lost childhood. Robbins’ prose is precise and effective, and remarkably lyrical in portraying the human condition. More so than in his later novels, the reader is taken deep inside the emotional life of key characters with the prologue and epilogue working well as book ends for the story. The ending is poignant and demonstrates just how powerful a storyteller Robbins is. Whilst he may not have the vocabulary or complex prose style of more sophisticated writers, he is highly effective in connecting with the reader and drawing him in to the lives of his characters with an intimacy and emotional depth which few writers can match. I challenge any reader to come away from “A Stone for Danny Fisher” unmoved by a novel that is both a tour de force of storytelling as well as an emotionally compelling cautionary tale. Robbins would go on to write other novels, more sparing in their pathos and explicit in their sexual escapades, but none would ever match the beating heart of this one.

I first read this book when I was only 14 years old (closing in on 50 years ago). It stuck with me as a favorite and I've read it three times since. I lost my original book but recently bought another. This is one of those stories that pulls you in and makes you forget where and whence you are. A great read. Enjoy.

In the story, 11-year-old Danny Fisher's family falls on hard times and has to move from a pleasant part of Brooklyn to a slum apartment in Manhattan's wretched and squalid slum, the Lower East Side. As author Robbins should have known, there was no shortage of low-rent districts in Brooklyn and the Fishers didn't HAVE to move so far away from their old home neighborhood and much of the tragedy of the story could have been averted and avoided!

A well written story that keeps you guessing what will happen next! A good lesson on life itself that lets men know they are not immortal. A true but sad read to sink your teeth in!!

Not the easiest book in the world to follow but that only made it more intriguing. One of the novel's themes is that even though Danny was very bright he was constantly wrong about who, and who not to trust.

In 1986 when I lived in Chicago I took a short story writing course with Asa Baber through Northwestern's night school. Baber was an author (Tranquility Base, Land of a Million Elephants) and wrote the "Men" column for Playboy. Around fifteen students, and every last mother one of them a miserable writer, including yours truly, to judge from my aggregate published output to date of nothing. One night one of the smarmy young pretend writers in the class was making a dismissive reference to Harold Robbins, comparing him unfavorably to -- I don't remember, some writerly ideal like Mailer or Updike or the like, accompanied by the nodding agreement of the class. I had never read a Harold Robbins novel, but I spoke up, probably rather more sharply than I should have, to note that Harold Robbins wrote books that attracted the attention of real editors and were read by millions of real readers, many of whom may not have had the elevated tastes of these kids, but who were not being fooled into reading something they didn't enjoy. That shut 'em up. In the intervening two-and-a-half decades, I still hadn't read a Harold Robbins novel. I don't know how I came across A Stone for Danny Fisher, but I think I read somewhere that as Robbins's first novel (published in 1951), it had about it some of the grit and drive that may have dissipated somewhat in his later potboilers (The Betsy, Heat of Passion, The Carpetbaggers). I am very glad I picked it up. The cover tells some of the story: A hot mid-twentieth-century chick with one of those great mid-twentieth-century hot-chick hairdos and really hot mid-twentieth-century hot-chick foundational undergarments, a fleabag room, and boxing. What's not to like? The book has all these things, but quite a bit more. It is about a boy growing up in Brooklyn during the Depression. He suffers from economic deprivation, limited prospects, and the curse of anti-Semitism. He overcomes them to a point, but the logic of the life he has chosen soon drives him to become a very different kind of person. He struggles with the demands of his new life, which is in sharp contrast to the joy he takes in the woman he loves. If you're thinking about picking this up, let me be clear about a couple of things. First, this is a story you've heard before. As you read, you will find yourself predicting what happens next, and you will frequently be correct. To adopt the boxing metaphor, Robbins telegraphs his punches. Second, this is not sophisticated writing. It is sometimes childishly simple. Lots of adverbs. (Most good writers hate adverbs -- I almost said "unanimously" hate adverbs.) I'm flipping through the book right now, let's see . . . you'll find sentences like: "Slowly the beating of her heart quieted." "Her hand reached up wonderingly and touched her hair." "The dark rolled around me in gentle swirling clouds." But -- and this must have been what I was sensing in 1986 -- there is something to hold your attention on every page. These simple and sometimes corny words tell the reader what is happening. They don't tell you how smart the author is, they don't surprise you with pointless plot devices, they just set forth the dramatic facts of the life of a young man the reader comes to care about. It's a story. Robbins doesn't apologize for it or dress it up. He just flat tells it. Folks, that's writing.

Master Yoda told once: " Attachment leads to jealously. The shadow of greed, that is.” "A stone for Danny Fisher" is a sad story how the boy through making mistakes decided that it is a world to blame. A sad novel how greed and poverty has turned a nice guy into a blind fool. And when the blindness has gone only sorrow has remained. It is a sad story of all of us who try to find their ways in this strange world "for my numbers are legion" (c) Danny Fisher.