NEVER GIVE UP

The venerable news anchor narrows the Greatest Generation to the folks back home.

Born and raised in small-town South Dakota at the end of the Depression, Brokaw recounts values learned in farm fields and at the kitchen table, all distilled into the admonition of his title. The Brokaw family, erstwhile French Huguenots converted to Catholicism out on the prairie, made do with what they had. Emblematic of their grit was Brokaw’s father, known as Red for his fiery hair, who began to work as a frontier factotum at the age of 8 and, on the side, did a little bare-knuckle fighting. “It was the beginning of an adventurous working-class life,” writes the author, “that lifted Red to heights he could not have imagined as a youngster working on difficult prairie projects.” He moved on from descending into crumbling holes to clear wells to helping build one of the country’s largest dams. “His unspoken guide to life,” Brokaw reiterates, “was never give up, never complain.” It was the kind of regime guaranteed to send a person to an early grave, but it afforded Brokaw the wherewithal to get an education and start out on a journalism career that would eventually land him at the top of his profession. With no false sentimentality, the author also celebrates his mother, who seemed able to do just about anything around the home but also “taught her sons to do laundry and ironing” and was a whirlwind of an organizer for the Democratic Party. With his customary evenhanded tone, Brokaw voices a few regrets, including not quite understanding at the time how the anti–Vietnam War movement, mostly populated by people who had deferments and weren’t going to fight anyway, alienated old-school liberals such as Brokaw’s dad and “played right into the fury of working-class Americans.”

Brokaw pays homage to the sacrifices of his parents’ generation—and finds their successors wanting by comparison.