i am about to finish nick hornby's slam.
SPOILER SPACE
it's an entertaining book. the critics said that it was not intellectual enough, too commercial etc, but i don't think this is the case. if i had to say why i'm not 100% enthusiastic about it, even if i'm a fan in general, that wouldn't be the reason. i think he deals with teenage pregnancy in a way that is both lighthearted and serious, which is certainly a plus: i certainly never read anything like it by any italian author, maybe because teenage pregnancy is more of a problem in the UK than it is here.
the problem is that the main character, sam, isn't really credible. he's a teenage skater, and his main reference is tony hawk. now, i've been a teenage skater for as many years as someone can be a teenage anything, and i know enough to say that tony hawk is the figurehead known to non-skaters. true, hornby also mentions a couple of people with more street cred, but come on: his skater worships hawk and hawk only, and he listens to green day. even 15 years ago (ouch, i'm horrendously old), skating was about a complex subculture where you had anarchism, graffiti art, punk rock, and life on the street as co-ordinates.
i don't know if today's skaters are as tame as the author depicts them, but i hardly believe it. at the time, we wore airwalk shirts, listened to pennywise and minor threat, everyone went to see shows in squats, and the stories always concerned so-and-so who'd run away from home, or been nicked for something, or entered the munster monster mastership and went on a road trip to germany with the equivalent of 20 euros.
what i'm trying to say is that skateboarding culture used to be all about the bones brigade, steve caballero and the black-and-white powell peralta posters, not cool stuff everyone knew about. while i know that this makes me come across all it's my job to keep punk rock elite, that's how it was, even in my small town, with the one guy who could draw sketching the deck designs on his notepad, my tom knox deck (i still have it!), and those incredible ads where you had the fat mexican cop and the pro whose name i cannot remember with captions "authority figure/authoritative skater". or, back in 1990, the pic snatched on the streets of prague of the skater with a sign with hammer and sickle crossed out, captioned "the repression is over, skate as much as you want".
hornby's sam doesn't have anything to do with all of this. if the author doesn't know anything about skate culture, he should just leave it alone. i cannot write worth shit, but honestly, i would have done a better job with it.