I feel like I want to start this review by saying I like Kathryn Scanlan a lot. I like her vibe, I like her style and I like her ideas and the things she chooses to write about. Yet somehow, I don’t always love her books as I’m reading them as much as all that. It’s a peculiar relationship to have with an author’s work. It’s as if sometimes I like the idea of her work more than the reality of the work itself.
I also think it’s important to note that while I always knew I would pick up Scanlan’s next book whatever it was, I was definitely more than a little disappointed to learn it would be about horse racing. A sport that I personally abhor, with my distaste only heightened from growing up close to a famous racecourse and consistently being exposed to it whether I liked it or not. I’m not squeamish though, and in the same way I’ve read plenty of books about psychopaths and murders, I’m more than open minded enough to suspend my own feelings in order to empathise with and experience anyone’s unique position. After all, isn’t that why we all read fiction? I just think it’s important to say that I did already have a reason to dislike ‘Kick the Latch’ before I even began and I can’t be entirely sure how much this may have influenced my opinion of the novel.
Despite all this, I did actually enjoy the time I spent with ‘Kick the Latch’, albeit a little superficially. The thing that actually struck me most about it was my disappointment in finding that I actually had similar sorts of issues with it as with ‘Aug 9 - Fog’, something I genuinely didn’t anticipate. Stylistically, Scanlan’s MO is definitely to find an interesting source material and then to lean extremely hard into it. I think unfortunately, it tends to be a little hard for my liking. I feel as if she almost sticks too rigidly to the truth, not fictionalising quite enough to do what I want fiction to do. I can feel how faithful she wants to be to the source material, how taken she is with it, and that leads to not always enough invention to form a real narrative or emotional arc, and so always feels a little half baked to me.
I understand that she prefers to be sparse, and this certainly compliments her prose style (which is undeniably wonderful) extremely well, but while I always love what’s there, it’s just never quite enough to really satisfy me. I’d compare it to the experience going to a pretentious Michelin star restaurant and eating one of those tiny tasting menus - the skill is undeniable and often the enjoyment is too, but I might still want to grab a McDonald’s on the way home because I’m not fully satisfied in the way I’d expect to be after finishing a meal.
In ‘Kick the Latch’, there was little to no arc until almost three quarters of the way into the book, the rest was just interchangeable gritty anecdotes about life at the racetrack. These were entertaining enough, and well written, but didn’t come to much for too long for me. Even the characterisation could have been stronger. Once things did come together into more of a narrative, it was still a little too brief, too choppy and without much of a real conclusion (emotional or otherwise). I’d argue even ‘Aug 9 - Fog’ had more of a thread, really.
So as always, I liked ‘Kick the Latch’ but didn’t love it. I respected what Scanlan was doing here, adapting this from real interviews with a real horse trainer, but just too faithfully for me. As someone that doesn’t read non-fiction or memoir or biography, Scanlan’s work often veers too far into this for me. It does make sense though - most people don’t discriminate and read across these genres and love Scanlan’s work. As someone that doesn’t, I guess it isn’t so surprising that Scanlan’s work doesn’t always hit for me specifically in the same way it seems to for everyone else. I still like Scanlan’s work, and the idea of it even more, I just hope for some honest to goodness, straight up fiction at some point in the future. Something closer to ‘The Dominant Animal’ than this or ‘Aug 9 - Fog’. I think that would be the real tell of how much of a fan of Scanlan I really am.