When me and my brothers were young boys we used to do all kinds of things to try and get our dad to pay attention to us. We would poke him with sticks, drink his home brewed beer, sneak into the garage and mess with his tools. Eventually he would rise to it and lose his rag, shouting at us and chasing us round the house with arm raised, threatening to hit us. He never did of course, but that threat made our mundane little lives exciting; it also made us feel wanted, we had a purpose. As we grew up we stopped trying to get our dad's attention and started trying to get attention from girls. We each got ourselves a girl and then finally, we got ourselves some kids. And then, of course, we got to see our kids pulling the same old tricks we had used to get our dad's attention.
So that's my, er, allegory for, um, why John Fante wrote the way he did?