This book is immediately a mildly bonkers reading experience because the author mentions Silly Bands in elementary school on literally the first page. That’s a phrase I haven’t heard in a long time, and it told me even more instantly than “freshman in 2012” that this guy is pretty much my age. That makes envisioning the context of his life pretty easy, because he has a lot of the same time markers as me. (That’s lucky for me, because he used a heavy scattershot of pop culture references that I got without needing to google anything. They will probably be incomprehensible to readers outside the right age bracket.) The difference between us is that this guy has both a passion and an insane grindset that he totally glosses over.
I guess it takes a certain amount of crazy to be a storm chaser. Matthew Cappucci clearly loves weather, but you need to have more than just that to say something like “and then we lost our windshield to softball-sized hail. And it was the best day of my life.”
Somehow, I expected more weather and less memoir from this book. How much could this guy have to memoir about? He’s only like 25 years old. The life chunks of the book are disjointed and clumsily handled, but the weather is integrated quite neatly once you get past the first few chapters. After Cappucci demonstrates his early interest in meteorology and his path through school, he turns his focus to episodes featuring specific weather phenomena, which allows him to smoothly segue into approachable explanations of whatever he was chasing at the time. These explanations don’t shy away from technical terms but are admirably easy to follow, and they led me to whisper “cooool” to myself throughout the book.
The writing is decent, though it’s abundantly clear that Cappucci wasn’t an English major. SAT words are scattered across the book in weird spots that interrupt the flow of the narration, including some places where it looks like he meant a word just a letter or two off from what he actually wrote. Grammar is equally “fine but not great.” It’s fun to read, though, and the weather descriptions are delightfully vivid. Those provide a nice through-line that the book needs, because the storm-chasing is the star of the show, with the memoir pieces lacking much in the way of thematic or narrative threads.
Cappucci does want to offer wisdom about embracing spontaneity and appreciating the little things. He talks sporadically about how life’s best moments are unpredictable and come when you’re open to possibilities, which is the closest the book comes to having an overall theme or message. To be honest, it would probably carry more weight with a few more years of experience under his belt. When I realized how old he was, I wondered why he chose to write and publish this book now rather than later in his career, but then I realized he’s probably trying to grow his following and diversify his available media. In that context, this book is an excellent addition to his public portfolio and will likely win him some new fans. I won’t be surprised if I see his next book on the New Releases shelf at my local library in a few years, just like I discovered this one.
Overall, Looking Up is a solid three-star nonfiction read. I enjoyed its coverage of weather events I’m old enough to remember, because my taste in nonfiction tends to run to political science and history that happened before my time. As a pop science offering, it’s very readable but not too simplified. For a book that caught my eye at random at the library, I’d call it a success.