*Jen will understand what I’m talking about. It’s a response to one of her inboxes. I just had to put it on here cuz it didn’t fit in the ASK BOX*
-ABOUT “THE ART OF RACING IN THE RAIN” by GARTH STEIN
OK, I hope you don’t mind my long response, but I wanted to share my overall opinion of the book with you.
Yes, that idea that you mentioned of Enzo becoming human after his death because he believed it is very interesting. It’s like if you take all these different religions, like Muslim, Christian, Mormon, Muslim, etc and apply them to that argument. If I was Christian for example, and I believed in heaven and that I would go there after death, it would come true, just because I believed it and for that mere fact it would become true. And yeah I agree there are some details (like the court stuff), which are out of place given the narrator is a dog. It’s just hard I guess, for an author, because they are important details that should be mentioned I guess. It’s been a year since I read the book, but I still remember it well, what I particularly enjoyed was Stein’s style of writing, the way he constructed his sentences and his word choice. Most importantly it really did feel like a dog’s perspective, you could feel his warmth and wonder especially at the time of Eve’s sickness. There are a lot of ideas that are discussed in the book, which I absolutely love, so most of my book is underlined in pencil in the parts I like best. The part where Enzo talks about listening is one of my favorites: “Learn to listen! I beg you. Pretend you are a dog like me and listen to other people rather than steal their stories,” he says in the end of his argument. (Go to page 101 if your edition is in paperback, to reread that awesome chunky paragraph. It’s the third page of chapter 19.)
P.S. And that feeling you talk about when reading a book is exactly how I feel all the time. There isn’t enough time to reread all the excellent books I’ve come across in my life, and even though I may remember major plot points in years to come, I will never remember the details, or a specific and beautifully constructed metaphor in that certain book. Thus, every time I start a book I really cherish it, because I know the moments and the feelings won’t be repeated. It’s like a “carpe diem” type feeling I put myself through :)