Theres a beautiful story about how i came to read Dreadful Summit, and the moral of this story is that you must never judge a book by its cover. I heard that phrase somewhere, don't know if you've heard it before. You see, the stark, exciting cover on this particular edition of the novella was favoured by Penguin's marketing department and became one of a series of postcards. A good friend spotted said postcard, and, given my predilection for mountains, thought of me.
Years later, on a whim and to satisfy one of my many eccentricities, i sought out the actual book to match the postcard i have displayed in my house. And so on ebay, i found it.
George LaMain watches his father get beaten by the local press baron, and vows to avenge him.
That is the plot. Its short - a little over 100 pages - and its all set in one night. George sneaks out of his house with two tickets to a wrestling match, thinking he can sneak up on Al Judge (the press baron) and 'do him in', using his dad's gun. George does not take into account the characters he'll meet along the way, nor could he possibly have imagined this one act would lead to his transition from boy to man, in a sexual sense.
There are no mountains in this novel, i can tell you that. The narrative is taut but undistractedly wavy - George's head is a fascinating place to inhabit, as his thoughts sway from the present, to the past, to literature, exaggerating and catastrophising. If this was today, George would have been diagnosed as 'on the spectrum'. Some of his actions are very questionable and certainly not relatable - pointing a gun at a baby - but others are recognisable. Seeing the worst case scenario of every situation, reading too much into offhand comments.
It feels like a classic American novel, like Catcher in the Rye or maybe even The Mosquito Coast, and as such it does actually leave a lasting effect, even if you weren't aware at the time. Its not brilliant - i couldn't sympathise with the protagonist and it highlights a culture that i don't particularly like - but it was an interesting read.
And, bottom line, i've read it. Which satisfies a weird quirk of my personality.