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The Sportswriter

The Sportswriter

Écrit par Richard Ford

Raconté par Richard Poe


The Sportswriter

Écrit par Richard Ford

Raconté par Richard Poe

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Richard Ford won the Pulitzer Prize and the PEN/Faulkner Award for his modern classic Independence Day (C2951). In this first volume of his Frank Bascombe trilogy, Bascombe is a sportswriter attempting to cope with his failed marriage and the death of his son. Unable to establish true connections with people, Bascombe drifts into and out of various relationships, but retains an introspective eye that allows him to transcend life’s obstacles.
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À propos de l'auteur

Richard Ford is the author of The Sportswriter and Independence Day. He is winner of the Prix Femina in France, the 2019 Library of Congress Prize for American Fiction, and the Princess of Asturias Award in Spain.  He is also the author of the New York Times bestseller Canada.  His story collections include the bestseller Let Me Be Frank with You, Rock Springs, and A Multitude of Sins.  He lives in Boothbay, Maine, with his wife, Kristina Ford.

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  • (3/5)
    If Nick Hornby was fifteen years older during his heyday and had recently gone through a divorce this is the book he would have written.
  • (4/5)
    Early in this novel, the narrator, Frank Bascombe, muses on the short stories he wrote that were published as a book , and it feels as if the author of this novel, Richard Ford, foreshadows the ending and warns the reader what to expect from the writing. Here's a long quote from page 46 of my 1995 "Second Vintage Edition": "[The short stories] seemed to have a feeling for the human dilemma and they did seem hard-nosed and odd-eyed about things...there were a good many descriptions of the weather and the moon, and ... most of [the stories] were set in places like remote hunting camps on Canadian Lakes, or in the suburbs, or Arizona or Vermont, places I had never been, and many of [the short stories] ended with men staring out snowy windows in New England boarding schools or with somebody driving fast down a dark dirt road, or banging his hand into a wall or telling someone else he could never really love his wife, and bringing on hard emptinesses. They also seemed to depend on silence a lot. I seemed, I felt later, to have been stuck in bad stereotypes. All my men were too serious, too brooding and humorless, characters at loggerheads with imponderable dilemmas, much less interesting than my female characters, who were always of secondary importance but free-spirited and sharp-witted."The Sportswriter does indeed have a lot of descriptions of the weather and the moon. Settings include New Jersey suburbs, Detroit, New York City, Florida, and a small New England college. The narrator, by turns, deals with snowy weather, drives down dark roads, gets banged by a metal grocery store cart that cuts his knee open, and realizes that his infatuation for his girlfriend is not enough to be a foundation for a lasting marriage with her. The dialogue depends on silence a lot. The narrator constantly categorizes people according to bad stereotypes (e.g. on page 343 when the narrator sees two businessmen get off a train late at night on Easter Sunday; he says "both are Jews," with no apparent reason for making that statement). The female characters are always of secondary importance, while some are free-spirited and sharp-witted.Yes, Ford delivers what his foreshadowing promises, but it's also misleading in some ways. He pulls the rug out from under the reader every time the novel deviates from his predictions, and I think he does that deliberately. I think Ford is trying throughout the book to develop "hard emptinesses" and to make us expect the novel to end on that note but then delivers something else, something surprising that will make the reader sit up and take note. Unfortunately, after so much development, the surprise ending is too disjointed and doesn't feel at all like an organic conclusion to the story. Not only that, but some plot points, devices, and characters seem thrown into the story just to fulfill the promise in his foreshadowing (most notably, the incident with the grocery cart), so they feel stilted, unorganic, and completely unnecessary. Some reviewers have noted that the dialogue is awkward and/or too drawn out; I believe that is also a deliberate choice on the author's part. The dialogue is awkward at times when the whole exchange is fundamentally awkward, like when an acquaintance divulges too much information, or when the narrator meets someone who turns out to be dark, violent and volatile -- perfectly reasonable to make these awkward dialogues.Many of the narrator's descriptions/observations/musings use language that was offensive even in the 70s (which is the setting for the novel, though the copyright is dated 1986) like the habit of using ethnic slurs to describe people. I think Ford's language choices are very deliberate, and I suspect he was trying to keep us from liking Frank Bascombe too much and from thinking of Bascombe as a sympathetic character. Likewise, Bascombe is often misogynistic, though that attitude softens somewhat by the end of the novel -- somewhat.In short, I believe that the aspects of this book which others have identified as faults are deliberate choices on the author's part. That doesn't mean they work well or are forgivable as devices. And despite its faults and the dated writing style, I still enjoyed the book!~bint
  • (3/5)
    This novel is not quite what you think, or expect, it to be. It is a harrowing tale of a man in a mid-life crisis dealing with everything that has been building up steadily behind him through the years. I read it a long time ago and didn't care for it, but this time through I think it has quite a few things to offer. It is less about sports and more about the human condition. Not a bad novel.
  • (3/5)
    Not entirely sure what all the fuss is with Frank Bascombe. From the first page he reads like a Rabbit Angstrom rip off with less nuance. Rabbit was all about the faded gory of the former sporting hero. Frank Bascombe uses Sportswriting as a soft landing when his novel writing falls apart. It's too on the nose. I remain unconvinced. I may pick up the sequel at some future time only because it won so many prizes, but I won't be looking forward to it.
  • (3/5)
    I read this one 'after' Independence Day....and, I can now see the character development in a broader range. Good writing, nut it was a little slow-moving in parts. IT could have been 100 pages shorter. Overall, I would recommend it; but I liked Independence Day better, I look forward to reading the third installment in the series.
  • (4/5)
    Frank Bascombe is entering middle age, divorced, and mourning the death of his young son a few years earlier. He lives in the fictional town of Haddam, New Jersey (which seems a lot like Princeton), working as a sportswriter largely from home or on the road, with the occasional commute into the City. He maintains a cordial relationship with his ex-wife, and regularly spends time with his children, although it's all still a bit awkward, as is the dating scene. This novel unfolds over a long Easter weekend. Frank takes his girlfriend Vicki on a business trip to Detroit to interview a sports figure, catches up with a friend over drinks and learns more than he wants to about the friend's life, and visits Vicki's parents for Easter dinner. As these events unfold, the reader learns a lot about Frank and things come to a head on Easter Sunday. When Frank is suddenly called back to Haddam to deal with a difficult situation, he has an epiphany of sorts but the book ends with Frank still in somewhat of a mid-life crisis. This was my introduction to Richard Ford; I very much enjoyed his writing style, illuminating the small things in life in a slow, contemplative way (think Wallace Stegner or Wendell Berry). The next book in the series, Independence Day, picks up several years later and I'm interested to see what's happened to Frank in that time.
  • (2/5)
    I would think I"m the target audience here, a middle aged American male who's questioning everything. I couldn't really figure out the point of most of this book most of the time. I kept stopping and thinking "what am I reading?" and "what is theis guy rambling about?". It's not totally pointless like "A Heartbreaking Con-Job of Endless Rambling", and I didn't hate it, I just sort of shrugged and said "huh" when I finished it.
  • (5/5)
    Very good writing here. I can sense some Hemingway in his dialogue, but the rest is for sure Richard Ford. Gritty but very smart prose and a wittiness coated in the colloquial dialect of, perhaps, a viewer of sports.

    I was a little miffed at the beginning. It's a lot of telling, but it gets real good when things start rolling. And then, even with the telling, it's a solid piece of literature. And it's an odd piece of literature, almost as if the world has something to learn of Frank Bascombe, and that Frank just is. The plot carries on this way until the end. Anyway, if that last doesn't really hit it, Ford has certainly written a unique plot arc with a unique narrator.

    Interestingly, I didn't know it, but I accidentally and by chance bought this trilogy on separate occasions to a used bookstore over the course of a year. I hope I will enjoy the rest of them, which span decades in publication dates and bespeaks of lessons learned. Ford probably has something interesting to say if the end of this book is any indication.
  • (4/5)
    As I worked my way through Frank Bascombe's Easter weekend, despite his folksy easy retelling of his earlier and current life, I felt a growing hostility towards him. Whilst positioning himself as a man of simple needs, with straightforward simple observations on what was going on around him, I found him to be a frustratingly unreliable narrator. I came to dread the introduction of a new character and what it would set off in his mind - his observations which appear to be the intelligient clear thinking of an upbeat guy, are ultimately pessimistic or cynical or foolishly deconstructed or naive or ignorant or just plain wrong and his inappropriate utterances ... I wanted to slap him!I liked the observation that thoughts are just thoughts and having them is neither good nor bad. But whilst you can't control having them someone of reasonably health and mind (which perhaps Frank isn't) should be a bit discriminating about keeping some of them to oneself.I will read the next book because even though I don't like Frank, I do like Richard Ford's writing enormously and I'm also hopeful that Frank might emerge from his depression (or dreaminess) with some genuine clarity on what is going on.
  • (2/5)
    Something kept me reading this book but I don't really know what. I rarely don't finish a book, but there was nothing here that made me look forward to getting back to it when I had the time to read. There are a few good sections, and there are plenty of philosophical musings, some of them interesting, but often the narrator's thoughts did not tie to what he was experiencing at the time.
  • (4/5)
    Underwhelming. Maybe when it was published, it spoke to people about that time. Although well-written, Ford's protagonist is just not compelling enough to make for a great novel. I guess there's supposed to be something happening to Frank's soul, since it takes place over the Easter weekend, but the events don't seem to support that. I don't think I've ever come across a character so ready with a grin. Since this is the first in a trilogy about this character, I am reluctant to revisit him. The last paragraph or two did resonate with me, but I had to wait 374 pages for that.
  • (3/5)
    I'm really torn with this one. Ford's writing is engaging and really invites you into the narrator's mind, making it an easy book to read and get wrapped up in. But about two-thirds of the way through, I began to find myself getting a bit restless because he seemed to still be establishing the characters. Yes, there are events taking place, but for most, it was not apparent that they were significant or even if they related to where the story was going. Overall, it's a few days in which the narrator manages to move away from his recent divorce and on to whatever's next. Granted, it captures beautifully the way real life leads us from day to day, event to event, without a clear path or plot, but I'm not sure reading about someone else doing that is all that great. When finished, I didn't feel any desire to hear what happened to Frank Bascombe next.I even followed what I thought was a series of events/characters intended to symbolize an underlying meaning to the story, but, in the end, event that was left at loose ends, not apparent that they were intended to go anywhere or not. Perhaps someone better at hidden plots can do more with what I saw (POSSIBLE SPOILER FOLLOWING) - Easter Sunday is anticipated throughout the narrative, a stormy Friday, a woman wailing from the cemetery on Easter morn, a member of a group of Frank's aquaintances takes a wrong turn, shows up at Frank's place and gives him a kiss, somehow gives the authorities the idea he and Frank might be romantically involved before killing himself; But I lose "Holy Week events" thread here, though Frank does find some kind of re-birth at the end. Easy and enjoyable to read; just not sure what it was for. Odd.Os.
  • (4/5)
    Bleak, depressing but cleverly written
  • (3/5)
    I unintentionally did myself a favour by adopting a strange order to my reading of Richard Ford's acclaimed Frank Bascombe trilogy - which was 2, 3, 1 - or Independence Day, Lay of the Land, The Sportswriter. Had a read the series as 1, 2, 3, I would have stopped at 1 - and therein missed two books I thoroughly enjoyed. I still cannot quite put my finger on why in the Sportswriter, Bascombe didn't catch my imagination (or my sympathy) the way he did in the later books, but I struggled to complete this book. The Sportswriter introduces the format of the trilogy - a real time description of a man's life over an eventful holiday weekend - in this case Easter. This book seems more fill of flashbacks than the others. Having not started his illustrious real estate career, Bascombe is a sportswriter, seemingly, though not explicitly, living in regret of his unfinished novel and we learn much about his years as a writer. He regrets his divorce, though he precipitated it through years of sleeping around. He flashbacks to his conquests. Unlike later books, his children are bit, and undeveloped players in the story, and portrayed as flawless. The things I enjoy the most about the later books - the description of the isolation from his children, the real estate scenes - are missed and replaced, seemingly, with his musing about women and sex. In contrast to the later books, Bascombe comes off as very unsympathetic to women. I was annoyed by the choice to call his ex wife "X" throughout the book; I disliked the Vicki character; and wasn't that moved by his sexual exploits. In short, Bascombe needs to grow up and mature before he is worth reading about.If you have read the other Bascombe books, this one should be read only for the context of some the characters (Vicki's father Wade, the divorced men's club) that play a role in the later books. If you are looking for a good read with insight into the American psyche - try Independence Day and the Lay of the Land.
  • (3/5)
    I read this in prelude to Independence Day (for my Pulitzer fiction reading project). I can't say it has hastened me to launch into Ford's next book in the trilogy.Richard Bascombe is not a particularly compelling, interesting or sympathetic character despite having lost his son, his wife, his girlfriend, his so-called friend Walter, his writing career, etc. Can you spell L-O-S-E-R? He strikes me as a intellectually lazy skirt chaser and in the end, I'm not sure solves any of his problems hence the need for a sequel(?).Updike-esque for sure.
  • (4/5)
    The first of a trilogy--the introduction to Frank Bascombe, a sportswriter. The story takes place over one Easter weekend. A masterful glimpse into ordinary life. Ford truly captures his characters, which seem to live beyond the page. An homage to ordinariness that makes it seem as if the ordinary life is perfectly worth living.
  • (5/5)
    Was blown away by this book. It articulates a philosophy of living your life when bad things happen to you. The main character Frank Bascombe's son died--and not long after, his marriage fell apart. Frank would be the first to admit that he is not perfect---but he is full of wonder and appreciation for what life has given him. Frank's life is contrasted with Walter, a character who kills himself. Very well written--I look forward to reading the next book, "Independence Day."
  • (2/5)
    Found it hard to develop any interest in or sympathy for the central character in this story.
  • (4/5)
    I'd not read Ford before, and I'd had preconceived notions about what his writing would be like. None of them were correct.The Sportswriter is about almost everything but sports writing. Frank Bascombe is the 38-year-old protagonist. He had a smashing success with a book of short fiction as a young man, then failed at a novel and turned to writing for a glossy sports weekly. Frank doesn't particularly like sports, but the work satisfies and pays well. We meet Frank after his marriage has collapsed. He lives in a house in suburban New Jersey. His wife and their two remaining children (one has died) live nearby.I find Frank a troubling narrator, but in an interesting way. He's very sensitive and savvy, but like many males he bottles up all emotions. His deteriorating situation is Ray Carver-esque, but without the doom and gloom. Frank considers himself an optimist and simply plugs away at life without getting too worked up about it. Near the end of the book this strategy appears to be failing. In effect Frank has stopped writing books and has begun writing his own life. He has certain ideas about character and how a man should act and how the world should work, and lives his life in a very surface manner. That's not to say he has no depth; Frank could stroll into late-phase Henry James--say a parlour scene in The Awkward Age--and be completely at home smoking cigars and chatting with the lord of the manor, one elbow perched on the mantel. But like many James protagonists Ford is locked in a hermetically sealed persona nothing can touch. His life passes him by and even when he is least satisfied he asserts his satisfaction. He thinks a bland suburban life is best. He loves writing about a topic he really doesn't enjoy a bit. He wants to marry his short-term girlfriend though they have nothing in common, because he is sure he can make things work with her. If he can't, he wants to re-marry his wife. Frank is in agony but refuses to acknowledge it. He is determined if his system is unrealistic to bend reality to his will. Several small catastrophes nearly derail his serene worldview, but at its most bleak point the plot fails to penetrate Frank's bubble. By the end of the book Frank claims to have changed but he is exactly the same guy, forging ahead without too much concern. I suppose Ford is attempting a portrait of the American male in the late 20th century. There's an awkward New Age sensitivity, an identification with the feminine side, an acknowledgement that emotions are important, but an inability to escape the traditional societal expectations of a man. Frank joins a support group for divorced men, and they don't really support each other so much as do the typical reserved guy things: drink beer, go fishing, watch sports. One member of the group attempts a connection at a deeper level, and Frank tries to be available emotionally, but risks puncturing his self-satisfied view of reality. The world nearly drops from beneath him, and Frank rapidly retreats into his old sure habits to rebuild a safe place to inhabit. Henry James would have dramatized Frank reeling over missed opportunities in his dotage. I wonder how Ford will finish Frank off?There are two more in the series: Independence Day and The Lay of the Land. I'll get to them at some point, to see how Frank is holding up.
  • (5/5)
    A dreamy introspective contemporary classic. The Sportswriter more than lived up to the hype.
  • (2/5)
    I found this book on Time's 100 Best Novels list and have had it on my back burner for years; on my current reading list it falls as A Book by an Author You've Never Read Before (and are Unlikely to Ever Read Again). For a book that provided a wealth of philosophical outlooks any man can identify with (e.g. "Explaining is where we all get in trouble." and "A good sense of decorum can make life bearable when otherwise you might blow your brains out."), The Sportswriter meanders, for nearly 400 pages, through two days of eventful episodes Frank seems to sleepwalk through. Ford left me with no sense of the purpose of his book, any more than it's protagonist Frank Bascombe seems to carry a sense of purpose for his - or any - life. Frank's many trips that move the story forward end up somewhere other than where he intends them to, and for all his planning he ends up carried downstream by random events and encounters without much of a resolution at the end of his story. That sums up how I feel after finishing the book, too. You want to like Frank, but he keeps calling old girlfriends, detouring to his psychic, and generally displaying that, despite his claims otherwise, he still hasn't awoken from his "dreaminess". Which I'm unconvinced was confined to the time in which his son died and his wife divorced him .
  • (3/5)
    The Sportswriter takes place over a pivotal weekend in sportswriter Frank Bascombe's life. Opening with Frank commemorating the anniversary of his son's death with his ex-wife, Ford wants us to see how this filial death has messed up Frank's relationships and life choices, and how he moves through the adversity that this weekend brings and out the other side to greener grass. Those who love this book possibly laud it for Frank's pervading optimism in the midst of life's tough times, but I found it an exercise in dull introspective tediousness. As a character I couldn't warm to Frank. He moved his attention between women so fast it made my head spin, and although I'm sure Ford wanted the reader to feel 'poor Frank - he's lost and without purpose and looking for happiness wherever he can find it', instead I just thought 'Frank - you're a shallow, womanising, self-serving dick'. And this from the girl who loves Updike's writing... Updike's Harry Angstrom in the Rabbit series was written in such a heartwarming way that you couldn't help but love him despite his constant screwing up, whereas Frank Bascombe just felt like a cold fish who was happiest with relationships that don't require too much effort or involvement. Whilst Ford might have told us that this was really because he was grieving, it didn't feel as if it rang true with his character; I doubted Frank had depths enough to feel anything.Ford's writing in this book felt very old school male, which is something I don't usually give to much thought to when I'm reading. There was a 'what they won't know won't hurt 'em' boys' club undercurrent to his narrative more in keeping with writing a few decades earlier than this was written. If there's heart to the characters like in Richard Yates' books or Updike's it amuses me and I take it with a pinch of salt as a snapshot of that time and generation, but Ford somehow rubbed me up the wrong way with Frank. He felt cocky and insincere.In Ford's world in The Sportswriter everyone was divorced and miserable. I'm quite sure there are many places in the States where happy marriages and happy people abound, but not in Ford's America - everyone's marriages and relationships were shitty and broken, and everyone was damaged and trying to find their little moment of happiness. The characters on their own were bleak central, but one hoped for at least some redemption in the form of an interesting plot around them. Instead, time was centrally devoted to Frank's self-analysis and inner journey, and at the end we were supposed to feel elated by what a great guy Frank was to come out the other side. I was just elated to reach the end.I will cut Richard Ford some slack and say that you can tell he's a talented writer, but this novel mostly left me cold. There were some interesting interludes, but he dived far too much into dull musings that went on for far too long. If you've ever tried to read Jeffrey Eugenides The Marriage Plot, it had that similar annoyingness of a writer who gets carried away with how important he thinks his own ramblings are.3 stars - hints of brilliance, yet too caught up in its own importance.
  • (1/5)

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    An emotionally detached, middle-aged, middle class, white guy going through a mid-life crisis. Blurb on the back claimed the author was "daring." i must not know whatbthat means, because seemed pretty run-of-the-mill to me.

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  • (3/5)

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    "The Sporstwriter" is first in Richard Ford's Frank Bascombe triloogy. I read the books out of order. First, Independence Day; then Lay of the Land, and finally The Sportswriter. Maybe that's why I thought Sportswriter Frank was a raving bore. I had enough of him already. But that's not it entirely. Frank, in this one, is constantly mulling things over and not saying much in the process. He's 39 and was born in 1945 (same year as me); so that would make the year 1984, and appropo that time, the word "yuppie" and self involved narcissist kept popping into my mind. Maybe Ford expected us to keep a sort of ironic distance from the jerk; still two thirds of the way though, the threads Ford has laid down start coming together and the read picks up steam only to peter out again in conclusion.

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  • (3/5)
    Three days in the life of Frank Bascombe, a man who is apathetic toward much of life. Others featured in the book are Walter whom he met at a Divorced Men's Club, his ex-wife called "X", and his girlfriend, Vicki. There's really not a lot of action. I didn't really like the characters. It's not my type of book.
  • (4/5)
    Probably the most enchanting thing about the book is how crystalline Frank Bascombe's voice is. It's one of those voices that you can actually hear in your head, or at least that was the effect I felt. It's a stark portrait of what I'd rather not become when I grow up, but sadly it looks that must be the way since my chosen profession, poetry, doesn't pay even when I become a "success." I think the novel is a bit too pedestrian in some parts for it to be something on the level of a This Side Of Paradise or A Farewell To Arms. The sequel won some serious awards and if it's that good then I think this book clearly lays the groundwork. If he can maintain the voice and add perhaps more elements that are surprising yet inevitable in retrospect then I think Independence Day could be a masterpiece. This book, however, is great.
  • (3/5)
    A fair novel. Falls in the middle of the 70s-80s male journeys of discovery, a la Irving, Russo, Roth. Frank Bascombe is narrator, and is perhaps autobiographical to an extent. What disheartened me here was that Ford plays Bascombe's character much too safe. He floats about life in an apathetic malaise, prone to stages of "dreaminess" as he reminds us several times too many. It's as though Ford never really decided where to go with him, and so for me, he comes across unformed. With reservations aside, I did generally like Ford's writing, which manages intelligence without pretension, and I looked forward to Bascombe's next move, and this was very much a novel of movement.
  • (2/5)
    “It is no loss to mankind when one writer decides to call it a day. When a tree falls in the forest, who cares but the monkeys?” Frank Bascombe is a thirty-eight year-old sportswriter, a job he generally enjoys, a nice house in New Jersey and a younger beautiful girlfriend so you would expect things to look rosy in his life.However, he is also trying to cope bereavement, a young son, and a relatively recent divorce. The book is essentially a first-person monologue with large sections of personal ruminations and observations - framed by 'normal' events: a trip to Detroit with his new girlfriend, Easter Sunday lunch with her family and fishing trip with the Divorced Men's Club. All the 'action' takes place over an extended Easter weekend. For me the novel is a study of grief, both for his son and his marriage, as he struggles to find some meaning in his life but he is also a quitter. He had a book of short stories published to some acclaim but quits after that initial success, seemingly quite happy to live off that past glory, then fails to really fight to save his marriage. As such I found it hard to really like Frank and found him rather superficial supposedly like the 'jocks' he interviews. There is also quite a bit of use of brackets (often unnecessary) which stunts an already pedestrian flow.In general this is not too dissimilar to the 'Rabbit' books by John Updike but just not to the quality but then that's just my opinion.
  • (4/5)
    This was a lonely book about a lonely man who does and says things that you disagree with. Sadly many of these things you have either contemplated saying (or doing) or have already done yourself. In contrast, Ford makes Bascombe into a caring and intuitive character who catches himself from saying something to spare a persons feelings only to ruin it by asking them to hop into bed moments later. Frank Basombe is one of the truest human beings i have found in literature.

    The book mostly takes place over the course of three days. The last day, Easter Sunday seems endless. Many things happen happen to poor Frank Bascombe that day, any one of which would probably ruin my day. Frank however soldiers on saying misplaced or inappropriate things. I am sure that some readers will find him to be a cad but I related and constantly felt sorry for him and his decisions.

    We are told early on that,

    We should all know what is at the end of our ropes and how it feels to be there.

    I don't know that I am ready for a personal visit to the end of my rope let alone seeing how it feels to be there. I'll let Richard Ford handle that. Frank Bascombe will be a character that will stay with me especially when I realize that what I have said or done was foolish.

  • (3/5)

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    First book in a trilogy told over the course of three days in the life of 'sportswriter' Frank Bascombe. Recently divorced he reunites with his ex wife ( referred to as X throughout the novel) for the anniversary of their son's death. He then travels to Detroit for both business and pleasure, firstly to interview a disabled football player and for a short holiday with his current girlfriend. I found this tediously slow in parts and not for anyone who enjoys plot and this is just a reflective, ponderous narrative from a 38 year old man in the grips of a mid life crisis!! I have the other two books in this trilogy and I will revisit Frank again in the future.

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