After reading the last panel presented in the book - ending the book as - where Charlie Brown says "No, I think he's writing" I became depressed. During the course of reading this Schulz biography -560 pages - I found a boy who seemed a lot like me. Sparky, not Charlie Brown. It's as if someone else had felt the same emotions I have, only forty years before I had, as a boy. He wasn't like other little boys. He didn't behave, talk, play or do things like other little boys. He didn't view the world like other boys, even when he was no longer a boy. He felt the same way about people, life, girls just like I have. I always feel the world has grown up around me while I've only grown older; I bet he must've felt the same way. His all time favorite film was Citizen Kane; mine too. If you have to ask me why, you'll never understand why. David Michaelis's book put pieces together of a man - from fragments he'd left in his work, and with his wife, children and friends - you will find struggled with being complex and simple at the same time. 8 years after the fact, it hits me...no new Peanuts. Isn't that strange?
A quote Schulz made towards after retiring the strip that made me cry:
"You know, that poor kid, he never even got to kick the football. What a dirty trick - he never had a chance to kick the football."