I suspect the usual audience for a run memoir is runners, of the current or former variety. Running can be dreary enough without actually reading about it. (Dancing about architecture, anyone?) So, right off the bat, Tom Foreman’s My Year of Running Dangerously has a bit of an uphill battle with a significant portion of the reading public. Foreman makes a respectable effort at chronicling the descent into madness that is running.
Free solo–something I’d rather read about than do
It’s been less than two years since I decided on something of a whim to try climbing and ended up joining a climbing gym. It looked like fun, the gym also offered yoga, and I thought it would improve my grip strength. I still rarely venture outside (so far), but rock climbing has become one of my favorite things. So, as I often do with new obsessions or hobbies, I’ve picked up a few books on the subject. Alex Honnold is a world famous climber, […]
A top book of the year – everything a sports romance should be
This book is in my top 5 for the year. BethEllen lent it to me as soon as she finished it, I got 3 hours of sleep one night because I couldn’t put it down and my sick kids kept waking me up – so why not keep reading?, and I bought my own copy so I can reread at leisure. Soccer is my sport of choice. I played for years and still love watching it. My husband still plays several times a week and […]
College baseball, without Linklater, with the White Whale
The cover drew me in: this book looks like it should be a delicate coming-of-age tale about a boy growing into a man, using baseball as an allegory for the wins and swings-and-misses of life. Given the cover model’s relaxed repose (and likely heavily influenced by the amount of fanfic I read, which, as John Cho says “gets gay fast”), I also assumed it would be a tale of a young man discovering his homosexuality. Baseball, young men exploring their sexuality: tick, right up my alley. […]
Pigskin and Broken Limbs
Aren’t men generally kind of stupid? And the things they like, aren’t those pretty meaningless too? All those silly, pointless traditions: the nicknames, the rituals, the insults, the posturing. Nonsense, right? That’s basically the point and the premise of The Throwback Special, a strawman construction in which Chris Bachelder creates the silliest, most pointless male ritual imaginable merely to demonstrate how easily he can knock it down. It’s boxing against a tomato can you filled yourself. In its own way, this book is as pointless […]
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