![]() ![]() ![]() It’s about how a high-achieving, successful man finds that running helps him to do what he does. I won’t write much, because all I’ll do is complain. Maybe a better title would be What I Talk About When I Talk About Me, which would only increase its FPSP count (first-person singular pronoun) by 50%. But, as it happens, page 26 is about the bar he and his wife ran in the 1970s, and there isn’t a single ‘we’ on the page, although on the previous page it sounds as though they ran it together. Ok, it’s memoir, he’s going to mention himself occasionally. At random (I promise), page… 26: there are 27 ‘I’s and seven or eight ‘me/my’s. It’s a translation from the Japanese, and I couldn’t help wondering whether Japanese has a word for ‘I’, or whether the crashingly egoistic impression given by most of the book so far is owing to a quirk of European languages. Now, a third of the way through, I’m mostly disappointed. I wanted to read this because it’s a book about running, which I like, by a professional writer, which I wish I was. ![]()
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