No longer the miler, he tackles the mammoth distance in a
time when people both feared and dreaded the idea of twenty-six and change.
Here we do get some training moments, some classic glimpses into the heart of a
champion, but the narrative is bogged down. The chapters fail to link, the
incidents more incidental than cohesive. He goes into mountain seclusion as
opposed to west Gainesville (which might be more secluded), and pontificates
about life as one would expect. In the end, Parker goes for broke with a
triumphant, dramatic marathon that of course is stacked against Cassidy. People
try to prevent him from racing and interfere with the actual race itself. While
this well worked okay in the first effort, it pangs with cliché this time
around. Parker repeats himself, even down to the customary disappointment found
at novel’s end. If you want a fishing trip to the keys and an uneventful walk
through the mundane on your way to these truths, give the novel the whirl,
otherwise leave your last memory of Quenton Cassidy alone and move on.
Sunday, January 3, 2016
John L. Parker's Again to Carthage: A Book Review
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