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will love Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. discusses Smithton "Smithy" Ide's way of dealing with deaths in his family; charming adventure story; he reminds me of Forrest Gump Smithy Ide's story -- both running away from and running to something -- is told in beautiful, simple prose that entices the reader further into the book from the very first page. And everything that develops from there makes the book better and better as you go in. Smithy is a wonderful creation: unsophisticated but wise; knowing but uncorrupt; imperfect but good. I loved this book! Smithy Ide is such a loveable character, along the lines of Forrest Gump with his naive and trusting view of the world. The characters he meets on his journey do not always treat him with the trust and compassion that he deserves. MccLarty paints a fasinating and wholly believable view of the wide range of people and views present in modern-day America. A beautiful read! Read for Bookclub. Brilliant. Loved it from the first page and agree it is a lot like Forrest Gump in that it provides us, the readers, with a snapshot into the 60s, 70s, and 90s. Told as Smithy Ide bicycles his way from one side of American to another to recover the body of his homeless, psychotic sister, it is 2 stories - one of his past and the second is of the now. His past unfolds heartbreakingly linked to his beautiful sister Bethany, whose mental illness was such that when "the voice" didn't have hold of her, she was smart, funny and dangerously insightful. This held Smithy, and his father and mother in an eggshell existence, just waiting for the next incident - of self-harm, of betrayl and of disappearing. There is also Smithy's own self-harm; his guilt over the shunning of the wheelchair bound Norma, the alcohol, overeating and cigarettes - and the terrible self-pity of being wounded in Vietnam while taking a leak. Fast-forward to the Now (1990s) and Smithy's inability to cope with his Mom & Pop's deaths; his confrontation with Norma and then the awful letter that tells him of Bethany's death - and he suddenly grabs his bike and starts to ride. The journey takes him through the lives of many people - a guilty priest, a man dying of AIDs, a lost boy in a snowstorm, a wife whose husband has turned to alcohol and the streets, and a truck driver whose brother was a heroin addict who killed their father - and he discovers that everyone has problems, and as Norma says, you just "get up and get going" and don't feel sorry for yourself. I can see why they want to make this into a movie and also I think that it is wonderful that it was an audiobook first and then (after Stephen King heard it) it was published. Excellent. Note : this book is not suitable for YA as it has lots of swearing, Smithy's obsession with breasts and a rather graphic description from the psych on what he supposedly did to his sister, as well as descriptions of his "first time" in Vietnam. 0.076 seconds to build listing
Amazon.com (ISBN 0143036688, Paperback)Ron McLarty has joined the ranks of writers of the quirky hero with The Memory of Running. His hero, Smithy Ide, is in the grand tradition of Ignatius J. Reilly of A Confederacy of Dunces and Quoyle of The Shipping News. What these gentlemen have in common is their lumpen-loser looks, their outsider status and their general befuddlement about the way the world works and their place in it. Smithy rises above them because of his self-effacing nature, his great capacity for love, his inability to show it and his endless willingness to forgive.Smithy is a 279-pound, hard-drinking, chain-smoking, 43-year-old misfit who works in a G.I. Joe factory putting arms and legs on the action heroes. (How did McLarty come up with that?) He is also the most beguiling anti-hero to come into view in a long, long time. McLarty, an award-winning actor and playwright best known for his many appearances on TV in Law & Order, Sex and the City, The Practice, and Judging Amy, has added another star to his creative crown with this novel. The first sentence of the book is: "My parents' Ford station wagon hit a concrete divider on U.S. 95 outside Biddeford, Maine, in August 1990." This tragic accident eventually claims both their lives. It is on the day of their funeral that Smithy finds a letter to his father about Bethany, his beloved and deeply troubled sister, stating that, "Bethany Ide, 51, died from complications of exposure... and she has since that time been in the Los Angeles Morgue West." Beautiful Bethany, given to taking off her clothes in public places, holding impossible poses for long periods of time, responding to voices that only she can hear, and disappearing for no known reason. This time, she has been gone for many years and now Smithy knows that she died destitute and alone. When he reads the letter, he is drunk, grief-stricken and, despite a house full of people, he is alone. He goes out to the garage to smoke and have another drink and spies his old Raleigh bicycle. He sits on it, flat tires and all, wheels it to the end of the driveway--and--Smithy doesn’t know it yet, but he is going to ride a bicycle from Maine to Los Angeles to claim his sister's remains. On the road he meets the good, the bad, and the really bad. He frequently calls Norma, the Ides' across-the-street neighbor, confined to a wheelchair for years, and always in love with him. He has never acknowledged nor returned her ardor, but he starts to count on her friendship during his travels. Their conversations are sweet and revelatory. McLarty has done a superb job of showing us who Smithy is and who he is becoming. It's a wonderful story told with great poignancy and humor. --Valerie Ryan (retrieved from Amazon Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:58:02 -0400) The first test round has been closed. Visit the Open Shelves Classification group for details. |
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In the evening after burying his parents, Smithson Ide, oiled up with liquor and still dressed in his funeral suit, climbs onto his boyhood bicycle for a ride on a once familiar route. Awakening the next morning in a field, hung over and bruised, Smithson decides not to return home but to ride across country, bound for Los Angeles and the funeral home which holds the body of his missing sister. Smithson’s last name itself, Ide, heralds his very place in time, a mid-point or a crossroads. Since returning home from service in Vietnam, he has gained 150 pounds and taken up a deadened existence, numb to everything around him, including the liquor and food he senseless consumes. As he travels, shedding weight, Smithson charts a new course for his life, rich in feeling and taste and experience, opening himself to the possibility of connecting with the world and with people again.
McLarty’s book starts off slow, but that was probably intended to match Smithson’s own pace and rhythm. I noted in reading a couple of other reviews that readers had a hard time with the passive and sluggish beginning. So, McLarty could probably have gotten to the meat of Smithson’s trek a bit quicker. But once Smithson is on his way, so are we, excited to find out about his next encounter and flesh out more of his past. The story rolls along, tinged with aching emotions, at once biting and pleasing.
The characters overflow with human inconsistency, well intentioned fallibility, and hope. Each person Smithson meets, in telling their own story, opens him up to the world around him, both bad and good. McLarty’s hero, Smithson, is the best of these characters, flawed and infuriating but endearing for his ability to reflect our own self loathe and craving for a better, more vital life; a life of which we may only have vague, nostalgic memories.
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Bottom Line: A solid, if somewhat slow starting, read. It is worth the trouble, so stick with it until Smithson starts his trek. McLarty’s other books warrant a try based on this first effort. (