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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 doesnt 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 --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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Smithy's sister Bethany constantly told him to keep running or he'd turn into a fat ass and she wasn't kidding. Smithy has grown from a slender boy who loved to run into an overweight, junk eating, chain-smoking laze-about with little ambition and a great fondness for the television set. He lives a monotonous, shut-in sort of life but has managed to maintain an aura of sweetness and innocence when, as we learn more of his past, he could've easily become jaded and bitter. When his parents tragically die he revisits his past, rekindles a friendship with a long neglected friend and hops on a bicycle in his funeral suit (!) to work through his grief. During his trip from Rhode Island to California he meets all sorts of fascinating people with stories to tell and recounts his very interesting and often heartbreaking past.
The story starts a bit slowly but quickly picks up pace. As it went on I found myself making excuses to stay in the car or take a longer route home so I hear just a few more words. Smithy grew up with an older sister, Bethany, who he, his mom and his pop loved very much. Bethany was beautiful and smart but began to hear "voices" as a young teen. The "voice" makes Bethany do bizarre; out of character, shameful things like strip her clothes in public, tear at her pretty face, stand in odd poses for hours on end and disappear. Smithy spends much of his childhood biking around looking for Bethany and hates Bethany's "voice" though he always continues to love Bethany even when she's cruel.
The story flips between Smithy's current day wonderings where he meets all sorts of folks and has some downright odd encounters and flashes back to his past where he goes into detail about important points in his young life; from dating foibles, to the fateful day when a childhood friend's vibrant personality was forever changed and he details many of Bethany's "episodes" which had a huge impact on his young life. You really get to know these folks in the span of this book and I was sorry to let them go when I finished.
The story it isn't always perfect (some of the dialogue feels unreal and the story shifts are sometimes too abrupt for my liking) but despite the minor quibbles it is one of the most involving things I've read in quite a while and author McLarty's narration is seamlessly performed. Filled with unexpected twists, beautifully detailed settings and a gut wrenching sense of emotional intensity The Memory of Running is a book I'll be revisiting many times.
"My gig at EW isn't writing book reviews, but I can still state with a fair degree of certainty that Ron McLarty's THE MEMORY OF RUNNING is the best novel you won't read this year. but you can experience it, and I'm all but positive that you'll thank me for the tip if you do.
"MEMORY is the story of 279-pound Smithson Ide, a smokes-too-much, drinks-too-much, eats-too-much haert attack waiting to happen. I mean, this gy is a mess -- a lovely, addled, mess. And then one day, Smithy finds himself riding across American with his 'fat ass' handing over the seat of his boyhood bycycle. He's on his way from Rhode Island [Ron graduated from Rhode Island College's theatre department!] to LA -- where he aims to retrieve his sister's body from the couty morgue -- and along hte road he meets a parade of colorful characters. Unlike Huck Finn's adventures, Smithy's don't amount to literature, but they are always entertaining and sometimes wildly funny. . . .
[Ron McLarty, "an actor, playwright, and chronic insomniac who scribbled the tale of Smithy Ide in the wee hours of the morning, on a succession of yellow legal pads," could not get his novel published, but, because he worked as a narrator at Recorded Books, he was able to make an audio cassette of his novel, which King read during his long convalescence after he was hit by a car. He is so impressed with this novel that he wrote this essay. He admits, the first couple of chapters drag, but -- with wise editing -- it will definitely improve. To continue King's essay:]
"That THE MEMORY OF RUNNING has found its own little performance stage is a miracle. I hope it won't be a wasted miracle. What I hope is that you'll order a copy and experience it for yourself; I hope, in fact, that EW readers will inundate Recorded Books with orders for Smithy (Smithie?) Ide's adventures. Let's make a little history here, what do you say? If that happens, the book probably will be published. . . . No, it's hot literature (please remember I said that), but it's bighearted and as satisfying as one of your mom's home-cooked Sunday dinners.
"So why not ride across America with Smithy and root for him as he loses weight, falls in love, and rediscovers life? You'll be striking a low for the good old American novel. More important, you'll do the stuff good novels are supposed to make you do -- laugh a little, cry a little, maybe ride (or jog) an extra time around the block in order to find out what happens next. You'll also discover a fine American voice . . . and actually get to hear it talking.
"Do I want some of the credit if this nice thing happens?
"You know I do.
"Tell 'em Steve sent you."
Just after this article was published, on October 6, 2003, on the online version of VARIETY magainze (the entertainment industry's professional magazine), this was published:
"Warner Bros. will pay high six against seven figures for screen rights to the Ron McLarty novel 'The Memory of Running.' Two weeks ago the book received a column endorsement from Stephen King, leading to a $2 million Viking Penguin deal. McLarty will write the script.
"All this for a book McLarty wrote in 1988 about a 43-year-old, 279-pound assembly line supervisor who grieves the car crash death of his parents by getting on a Raleigh bicycle in his funeral suit and pedaling cross-country."
Thanks, Steve. Ya done good!