I was interested in this book because I love Krakauer (who blurbed it and I guess helped edit) and part of the reason I love Krakauer is because my brother is an outdoorsman/risk taker/adventurer type, and I am *so* not. So I'm always seeking to understand the whys and the hows of this way of life. Thus, when I read these books there is always the judgy voice in my head saying, are you *f-ing* nuts, why in a world with so many natural, everyday risks, would you, say, as in this particular book, hike alone across the damn Costa Rican rainforest? But I get that for some people, like my brother, it's just like, I HAVE TO OR I WILL DIE.
But there were just so many problems here. For a book that purports to be about a father grappling with his guilt, he really didn't grapple much, and the few times he did, he let himself off the hook within the space of one sentence. Again, thinking of my brother, the idea that Dial did not notice the email from his son with his planned outdate would be something that would torment me for the rest of my life. My brother texts his outdates and whom to contact if he does not return to me and my mom and we pretty much suffer until we hear from him again. That date is, like, really on our minds, you know? I get that the senior Dial is an adventurer himself, but wouldn't that make him *more* attentive to this kind of information? HIS SON WAS ALONE IN THE RAINFOREST.
I don't know how much of this was a failure of the writing. While the narrative was brisk, there was something lacking, almost total flatness, when Dial was describing feelings, e.g.,"Peggy's bravery in the deep water and jungle amplified her beauty and strengthened my love and admiration for her." Just, no. Human emotion is hard to write. There was a reliance on cliche here that became hard to forgive. He insisted upon this perfect love for his son, when there is no perfect love, even between parent and child, and especially when the child disappears as a grown man. In a book about said child's long unexplained absence and death, I became increasingly desperate for nuance that never came.
(Petty aside: it was also weird how Peggy threatened Alaska Democratic Senator (at the time) Mark Begich by telling him she was going to vote Republican when he was unable to get the *New Mexico* National Guard to deploy to Costa Rica to search for a grown man who made his own dangerous choices. I understood her desperation to find her son, but is Lisa Murkowski a ghost?)
This book called itself a thorough examination, but nothing felt honestly examined. It was mostly a play-by-play and maybe that's enough for some people. Maybe I'm being too harsh, I don't know. There was a hubris to these men, both father and son, and a lack of imagination both in the wilderness and on the page.