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A Writer And His Father, And 'A Barrier Between Us'

Walter Dean Myers, 73, spoke with his son, Christopher Myers, 36, about his efforts to make an impression on his father.
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Walter Dean Myers, 73, spoke with his son, Christopher Myers, 36, about his efforts to make an impression on his father.

Walter Dean Myers grew up in Harlem, the son of a janitor. He became an author, writing young adult fiction that's especially popular with teenage readers. But as he tells his son, Christopher, there was one person Myers always wanted his writing to impress: his dad.

"He bought you a typewriter at one point," Christopher says. "Why do you think he knew that that was important to you?"

"Well, I was working at 14," Walter says. "I saved my money up, and I went to buy a typewriter. And at that point, Mom was having a drinking problem. And she spent it up. And so he went out and bought me a typewriter, a Royal."

Soon after, Walter Dean Myers started typing. And he stuck with it — today, his bibliography includes nearly 100 books. He collaborates on some of them with Christopher, working together as writer and illustrator. Their connection is one he never had with his own father.

"He never said anything good about my writing," Walter says. "And that really, that really hurt, that really bothered me a lot."

Trying to make an impression on his father, Herbert Dean, Walter started to use some of the stories he'd heard around the house in his writing.

"I even would take his ghost stories and publish them," Walter says. "And I would show them to him, and he would never comment on them. So when I did that, then I said, he hates me. You know, he hates me."

"Did you ever ask him about it?" Christopher asks.

"No, no. When he was dying, I brought him a book that I'd just finished. And uh, he picked it up and he looked at it, and then he just laid it down.

"And then after he died, I went to his house and went through his papers. And I would see X's where his signature should be. The man couldn't read. I mean, that was why he never said anything about my writing. It just tore me up, I mean, I could have read him a story at the hospital."

"Right," Christopher says.

"I could have read something to him. But he was ashamed of the fact that he could not read. And that was — that was a barrier between us all my life."

Audio produced forMorning Edition by Katie Simon.

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