The Boys in the Boat
Our book for this month was Boys in the Boat: Nine Americans and Their Epic Quest for Gold at the 1936 Olympics, by Daniel James Brown. Like Laura Hillenbrand's Unbroken, which we read last year, it was a wild ride of action, sweeping the reader along on the highs and lows of crew racing in Depression-era America.
We’re drawn into the story through the life of Joe Ranz, one of the University of Washington boys ultimately chosen to be a part of the Olympic crew and, like the rest, comes from a humble background. These boys didn’t have sponsorships, amenities, family money, or at times even family support – things sometimes considered crucial to chances of success in sport. Joe’s life story is interwoven with the lives and backgrounds of the rest of the crew, the stately boat-builder George Pocock, the reticent coach Al Ulbrickson, and other rowing personalities of the time.
Through it all, Hitler is laying plans and the run-up to World War II is building. The book follows characters such as Hitler’s right hand propaganda man Joseph Goebbels and his intense sidekick, the filmmaker Leni Reifenstahl. As Hitler’s plans heat up, so do the boys in the boat. We experience their seasons of races all the way to the 1936 Berlin Olympics. The final scene of the race on the Langer See is a breath-holder.
We all enjoyed the writing and could sense what it was like to row, though some thought that being in a boat themselves would have added to the experience of reading it. You could feel the cold, relentless, Seattle winters, with wet and wind and choppy waves, and the "swing," or not, of the boat. You could sense the tension when boats race next to each other at regattas, slipping forward or back by an inch, a seat length, a boat length.
We all carpooled together to our chosen restaurant - Agua Verde Café and Paddle Club in Seattle. This small café on the water has a casual atmosphere where you choose your own salsa at the bar, and can sit inside or outside overlooking the water. The food was yummy and fresh. We feasted on fish tacos and other Baja fare. On the way, we passed the Montlake Cut where regattas are still held every year and we pictured the 1936 boys in their wooden shells flying under the bridge.
By Robin White