I am biased against collections--short stories or articles--compiled into a single volume. More on my preconception in a moment.
John Branch’s SideCountry caught my attention with a collection of fascinating subjects. Branch writes about the best ever at throwing horseshoes, superstars in Rubik’s speedcubing, and a perfect 300 bowling game that didn’t end well…dangerous adventures like skiing in avalanche territory, free climbing 3,000 feet up El Capitan, and death atop Mt. Everest (a story that begins where others end)…and heartbreaking stories like Kobe Bryant’s helicopter crash and a high school basketball team that loses games by huge scores like 44-1 and 69-9.
Even the book’s title was a draw. As the introduction explains, SideCountry “is a place just outside the controlled part of the ski area--not quite the backcountry, but beyond the ropes and wild enough. It seduces the daring with its illusion of safety, thanks to its proximity. It is an adventure within reach, but still out of bounds.” SideCountry is a real place at ski resorts and a thought-provoking metaphor for many of the articles in this collection. And it’s another reason I was drawn to the book.
But what about my preconception that collections (in this case former articles) don’t make satisfying reading? Perhaps it’s just confirmation bias, but I didn’t love SideCountry. Like many collections, this one is uneven, some articles more fulfilling than others, some topics more compelling than others. Because many of the articles are brief, they sometimes lack depth, and the frequent change of subjects can be disorienting. My enjoyment was, by definition, fragmented, not complete.
And in SideCountry, I found other flaws that’s particular to this collection. Some pieces are a series of articles chained together into a book entry. Because the articles were published over time for possibly different readers, there is frequent repetition of the basics like names, places, and definitions. Quite often I found myself saying, “Didn’t I just read that?” And in the stories with multiple characters, those characters sometimes become a jumble of names, no longer identifiable individuals; a tighter focus on fewer people might help.
So based on the topics (and the title), SideCountry originally held great promise, and I was excited to begin reading. By the end, I can say I enjoyed the book; however, taken as a whole, it ultimately fell short for me. No surprise, it’s a collection.