Blanchard’s memoir of parenting and surfing in Central America is a rewarding journey.
Pursuing the perfect set of waves can either be a dream-filled journey or a nightmarish slide down the rabbit hole in surfer Blanchard’s memoir.
In the late 1960s, Blanchard packed up his two sons and a couple of their friends into his trusty Ford Falcon and set off on what would turn into the first of two extended road trips. Driving down into Mexico and eventually through to Panama, the author and his de facto family experienced the best of what Central America had to offer: friendly natives, inexpensive food and lodging, and excellent surfing at virtually unknown beaches. They also encountered their share of problems: language barriers, cultural issues, fear of stepping afoul of the law and occasionally running short of money. Despite the hiccups, the author and his sons decided to repeat the experience the following year with a vehicle more suited to the terrain and planning informed by experience. But, as the author discovers along the way, sometimes even the best-laid plans get thrown out the window. For over-protective parents, Blanchard’s memoir may induce heart palpitations; while this account shows him to be a caring and responsible guardian, the cultural attitudes of the time and his relaxed approach may strike some readers as irresponsible. Some of the close calls Blanchard describes, such as the time he stopped to get directions from a wild-eyed vacationer who turned out to be Charles Manson, may similarly cause readers to cringe. A few structural flaws, like incomplete or awkwardly phrased sentences, make some sections read like a rushed draft. Overall, however, the general vibe of Blanchard’s work is one of joyful contentment.
Blanchard’s memoir of parenting and surfing in Central America is a rewarding journey.Pub Date: June 26, 2011
ISBN: 978-1460918852
Page Count: 304
Publisher: CreateSpace
Review Posted Online: March 19, 2012
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
A strict report, worthy of sympathy.
A violent surfacing of adolescence (which has little in common with Tarkington's earlier, broadly comic, Seventeen) has a compulsive impact.
"Nobody big except me" is the dream world of Holden Caulfield and his first person story is down to the basic, drab English of the pre-collegiate. For Holden is now being bounced from fancy prep, and, after a vicious evening with hall- and roommates, heads for New York to try to keep his latest failure from his parents. He tries to have a wild evening (all he does is pay the check), is terrorized by the hotel elevator man and his on-call whore, has a date with a girl he likes—and hates, sees his 10 year old sister, Phoebe. He also visits a sympathetic English teacher after trying on a drunken session, and when he keeps his date with Phoebe, who turns up with her suitcase to join him on his flight, he heads home to a hospital siege. This is tender and true, and impossible, in its picture of the old hells of young boys, the lonesomeness and tentative attempts to be mature and secure, the awful block between youth and being grown-up, the fright and sickness that humans and their behavior cause the challenging, the dramatization of the big bang. It is a sorry little worm's view of the off-beat of adult pressure, of contemporary strictures and conformity, of sentiment….
A strict report, worthy of sympathy.Pub Date: June 15, 1951
ISBN: 0316769177
Page Count: -
Publisher: Little, Brown
Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 1951
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Britisher Swift's sixth novel (Ever After, 1992 etc.) and fourth to appear here is a slow-to-start but then captivating tale of English working-class families in the four decades following WW II. When Jack Dodds dies suddenly of cancer after years of running a butcher shop in London, he leaves a strange request—namely, that his ashes be scattered off Margate pier into the sea. And who could better be suited to fulfill this wish than his three oldest drinking buddies—insurance man Ray, vegetable seller Lenny, and undertaker Vic, all of whom, like Jack himself, fought also as soldiers or sailors in the long-ago world war. Swift's narrative start, with its potential for the melodramatic, is developed instead with an economy, heart, and eye that release (through the characters' own voices, one after another) the story's humanity and depth instead of its schmaltz. The jokes may be weak and self- conscious when the three old friends meet at their local pub in the company of the urn holding Jack's ashes; but once the group gets on the road, in an expensive car driven by Jack's adoptive son, Vince, the story starts gradually to move forward, cohere, and deepen. The reader learns in time why it is that no wife comes along, why three marriages out of three broke apart, and why Vince always hated his stepfather Jack and still does—or so he thinks. There will be stories of innocent youth, suffering wives, early loves, lost daughters, secret affairs, and old antagonisms—including a fistfight over the dead on an English hilltop, and a strewing of Jack's ashes into roiling seawaves that will draw up feelings perhaps unexpectedly strong. Without affectation, Swift listens closely to the lives that are his subject and creates a songbook of voices part lyric, part epic, part working-class social realism—with, in all, the ring to it of the honest, human, and true.
Pub Date: April 5, 1996
ISBN: 0-679-41224-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 15, 1996
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