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Debt of Honor
by Tom Clancy
Oh boy.
My dad lent me this when I asked him what his favorite book was. He said, "I don't know if it's my favorite or the best, but I want you to know I was reading this book when 9/11 happened." And then handed me the seventh Jack Ryan book. I've never read, seen, or engaged with any Tom Clancy stuff, not even the video games. So I came in a little blind.
I can appreciate life imitating art and art imitating life in ways that make your blood run cold. There's my dad's synchronistic experience of reading a book that ends with a 747 flying into the capitol building, during 9/11's immediate wake, and I wrote about DC getting swarmed and overrun on January 04th of 2021, just to watch it happen in real life two days later.
But this book is bad. It's a good ol' boys club book that doesn't make sense most of the time. It's silly. It's misogynistic. It's often confusing for no reason. There are some DOOZIE bad sentences within that made me pause to wonder if anyone had edited it. I could spend time deconstructing it, but that isn't worth it.
It's 766 pages, and it shouldn't have been more than 300. I loathe big books. They have to justify their heft and time commitment, and so few do.
My dad lent me this when I asked him what his favorite book was. He said, "I don't know if it's my favorite or the best, but I want you to know I was reading this book when 9/11 happened." And then handed me the seventh Jack Ryan book. I've never read, seen, or engaged with any Tom Clancy stuff, not even the video games. So I came in a little blind.
I can appreciate life imitating art and art imitating life in ways that make your blood run cold. There's my dad's synchronistic experience of reading a book that ends with a 747 flying into the capitol building, during 9/11's immediate wake, and I wrote about DC getting swarmed and overrun on January 04th of 2021, just to watch it happen in real life two days later.
But this book is bad. It's a good ol' boys club book that doesn't make sense most of the time. It's silly. It's misogynistic. It's often confusing for no reason. There are some DOOZIE bad sentences within that made me pause to wonder if anyone had edited it. I could spend time deconstructing it, but that isn't worth it.
It's 766 pages, and it shouldn't have been more than 300. I loathe big books. They have to justify their heft and time commitment, and so few do.