Book Review
Rabbit, Run by John Updike
When I read a novel I’m looking for a sense of attachment, be it good or bad I want to feel something. I’ve always been a stronger believer if you’re not moved by a book then what’s the point.
You can tell the minute you start reading Rabbit, Run you’re going to feel something by the end of it. In the beginning I couldn’t help but feel frustrated. I remember texting Jon early on saying something along the lines of “What the hell is this book all about, Rabbit just drove to West Virginia and back. What the hell for?” Updike can’t help but test the reader. Urging them to develop their own ideas about its main character.
Harry “Rabbit” Angstrom is someone you want to hate. He has a young son and a wife who is expecting. He walks out on them. Rabbit was a high school basketball star in his youth he now sells the MagiPeel Peeler in department stores. After leaving his wife and child he looks for his old coach, who he finds. Through the coach he is introduced to Ruth (my favorite character) a prostitute of sorts. He spends weeks with her before returning back to the life he left to be with his wife while she gives birth to their daughter. Going any further would ruin the book for others.
During the entire reading of Rabbit, Run you feel uncomfortable, pulled down, drained. Although the story is about a husband feeling trapped in a life he didn’t expect for himself. Updike pins you down with with this sense of gloom a darkness that won’t go away.
I put this book down last night and exhaled. I had begged for it to be over and I now understand why. Updike you put me through the ringer. Where this piece of work came from in you is scary, but I understand it. You’re missed. Rest in Peace.
-Casey