Book Review : Rob Roberge – The Cost of Living (2013)

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(also reviewed)
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When a band clicks, when four people swing as one and can anticipate what everyone else is going to do without even thinking about it, it’s like you’re levitating. There’s nothing in the world quite like playing with a good band.

Ask any north american 12 year old what they want to be when they grow up. The two most popular answers will probably be: professional athlete or professional musician. The quarterback and the rock star, along with the warrior are the most commonly sold paradigms in today’s society. They are sexy things to do, but more important, they are sexy things to be. The popularity of rock star memoirs erupted during the last decade, as they told tales of excess and indulgence, but also showed how volatile a rock star status can be. Rob Roberge‘s THE COST OF LIVING is an interesting literary experiment about the all the truth there is to being a rock n’ roll genius. 

Bud Barrett became famous as the lead guitarist of The Popular Mechanics, a wild and entertaining cowpunk band. But his drug addiction eventually got him kicked out of the band and sent him into a downward spiral of self-destruction. As Bud goes through the usual channels for addicts who want to feel better (therapy, narcotics anonymous, all that jazz), he keeps coming back to two life-defining events: the apparent suicide of his mother and the memory of his father killing a man before his very eyes.  Following another devastating loss and the resurgence of his drug habit, a tired Bud will try to make amends one last time and maybe get answers to the two mysteries that shaped his existence.
After tackling what lies behind the dream of professional sports in DRIVE, Roberge attempted something slightly different in THE COST OF LIVING and created an archetypal broken, yet borderline genius musician and gave him the most realistic intent of getting over his drug habit. The way Roberge writes about drugs is interesting and realistic. They control Bud’s life, steer him away from those who love him and make him do things that go against his principles. The clash of realism and social mythology is very important to the alchemy of  THE COST OF LIVING. Drugs, family and haunting memories are used as a fresh coat of paint over the rock star stereotype Bud Barrett could have been. But he’s not and reading the sensitive, broken-child part of Bud Barrett peaking through his addiction si what makes THE COST OF LIVING so engaging.
”People are idiots. Saying everything happens for a reason.” He laughed. ”Everything happens. Period. End of fucking sentence.”

THE COST OF LIVING is a fragmented narrative, broken into flagship chapters about  Bud’s life. That a good and a bad thing both. It’s a bold decision, for sure. It’s a good decision because it enhances the memoir feel of the novel and it makes a layered narrative since not all the parts are interconnected. But it’s also harmful to the ongoing drama sometimes as several of Bud’s memories are about crazy excess and slaving over the next hit. These chapters are entertaining in themselves, but put next to one another, they feel kind of loopy, like Bud is stalling rather than relapsing every time. Bud talks a lot about therapy and rehab, but there is no chapter that deals directly with this (even if Bud says he spent over two years in rehab). Maybe it was the missing piece that would have created a greater perspective about Bud’s drug habit.
Rob Roberge‘s THE COST OF LIVING is another hit. Maybe not a home run like DRIVE was, but if you keep the baseball analogy, it’s a single with one or two RBIs. Once again, Roberge gleefully pokes at the myths we all like to accept and believe and creates larger than life, larger than expectations characters, who transcend the archetypes that usually limits them. Rob Roberge is one of the most exciting new writers I came across in a long time. His capacity to single out what makes human being unique and beautiful is outstanding. 

Book Review : Rob Roberge – Drive (2010)

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”Fucking yahoos,” Chucky says.

”What are they?”

”Line-dancing conventions. Whitest people on Earth – them and Mormons. They’re fucking everywhere. I go to a new town, and it’s full of cowboys.” He takes a drag of his cigarette. ”Every single fucking town. I can’t shake them.” He frowns. ” I hate cowboys.”

”I don’t get them,” I say. ”Cowboys.”

I am fascinated by professional sports. Each one of them is its own pantheon of pagan gods : hockey, baseball, football, mixed martial arts and my favorite, basketball. I remember growing up watching Larry Bird, Scottie Pippen, Gary Payton and Penny Hardaway, appreciating the distinct personality of their game, but not really understanding they were human beings. I’m not alone with this fascination. The world of sports appealed to Rob Roberge too. His novel DRIVE is a powerful testament to how a sport became a business, a culture, an institution and the kind of people it shaped. How can you survive a flirt with immortality and go on with your life?

Ben Thompson (who I imagined to look something like this) was a college hoops star. A deadly shooter with a 42 inches vertical leap who got his career cruelly snatched away from him by an all too common knee injury. After drifting for close to a decade, beating alcoholism and being a miserable freelance painter, Ben is offered a second lease on life by small-time magnate Rube Parcell, who just bought the Sarasota Sun, a basketball team in the bushiest of bush leagues, the Gulf Coast League. Ben accepts the offer to coach the team, not knowing what else to do, but when he finds himself facing the game and the broken dreams of everybody, a very important truth emerges : One way or another, Ben Thompson belongs on a basketball court.
I have Caleb J. Ross to thank for this. Rob Roberge is a terrific, underrated talent. DRIVE was an emotional ride for me and despite its short length (176 pages), it felt as nourishing as the best 500 page novel one can find. Roberge has this gift to draw these magical moments where life seems to write itself before your very eyes. These moments that make you feel alive like nothing else. The unexpected late night existential discussions, the quiet evenings at the bar turned epic, the moments where you witness someone you care about do something great. DRIVE chronicles all that and much more, through the eyes of Ben Thompson, who gradually blossoms with the novel.
” No one is what they are. All the supermodels – they think they’re actresses. The actors? They’re directors. The bag boy at your supermarket? He’s a screenwriter. She’s not a topless cleaner, she just plays one on TV.”

DRIVE is…well, a character-driven novel. Rob Roberge built an all-star cast  he elaborated from clichés. My favorite was Rube Parcell, the cigar-smoking magnate who seems like the money-first cliché at the start, but ends up being so, so much more. Parcell discovers himself a real motivator talent and he takes pleasure in seeing his positive behavior affect Ben and shape the destiny of his team. Roberge does that for several characters in the novel. He takes a cliché idea and carves a human being out of them. It’s a bold idea that could have gone wrong at any moment, but he makes it work and it makes for the most beautiful kind of deceit.
Reading DRIVE was a special experience for me, because I have been around broken dreams of several people myself. Rob Roberge highlights an important truth with his novel : life goes on. You’re the only captain of your ship and if you keep living life and doing what you really love, good things will happen. Roberge expresses that truth with subtlety and gracefulness and at no time he tries to shove it down our throats in a didactic manner. I am tempted to certify it BADASS, but it was too much of a personal reading to make that call. But read DRIVE, people. Knowing basketball will heighten your enjoyment of the novel a little bit, but it’s in no way necessary. It’s just a magnificent story about people piecing each other back together. It redefined sports fiction for me.