Arts & Photography
Audio CDs
Audiocassettes
Biographies & Memoirs
Business & Investing
Children's Books
Christianity
Comics & Graphic Novels
Computers & Internet
Cooking, Food & Wine
Entertainment
Gay & Lesbian
Health, Mind & Body
History
Home & Garden
Horror
Literature & Fiction
Mystery & Thrillers
Nonfiction
Outdoors & Nature
Parenting & Families
Professional & Technical
Reference
Religion & Spirituality
Romance
Science
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Sports
Teens
Travel
Women's Fiction
|
 |
Looking for a Fight |
List Price: $23.95
Your Price: |
 |
|
|
|
| Product Info |
Reviews |
Description:
The author was in her mid-30s and "looking for a fight" after a humiliating divorce, when she began training as a boxer at Gleason's, the legendary Brooklyn gym. She wasn't there just to blow off steam, however. A veteran journalist, whose research had driven her to perform as a stripper and tour as a roadie for a heavy metal band, Picket "wanted the real deal," as she told Gleason's owner. And she got it: her brisk, no-frills prose cogently conveys the sweaty, muscle-fatiguing slog of training; the visceral fear that she experienced in her first sparring matches; the elation that was prompted by her trainer's approving comment, "You hit like an animal"; and the shock of her realization--when she punched a guy who accidentally spilled beer on her while they were watching a match--that, "once violence is learned, it cannot be unlearned." The squeamish are unlikely to yearn to pick up gloves after reading Picket's vivid descriptions of swollen knuckles mottled with bruises, blood pouring down her injured face, and blackened toenails dropping off; she makes the physical toll of boxing very real, particularly in a sobering afterword about the sport's high incidence of brain damage. The author herself quit after her first big bout (which she won), concluding that fighting was a misguided attempt "to settle a score that was started back in sixth grade when I was pushed off the swings by a bully." Yet, she limns emotions that are familiar to many women ("I wanted to feel powerful, to take up space in the world, to stop apologizing") and chronicles a personal journey in which boxing was, perhaps, a necessary way station. --Wendy Smith
|
|
|
|
