Will keep you interested and emotionally invested until the very end of the bittersweet journey.
Scott Gould is extremely candid and refreshingly honest in Things That Crash, Things That Fly. “Until then, I’d never lived in a precise moment I knew life had changed, but this was one.” He doesn’t beat around the bush or hold anything back as he details the frustration, failure, anger and unexpected peace that come in the wake of divorce. Almost two decades of marriage creates a lot of history and a considerable amount of baggage. This is all unpacked as Scott agrees to take one last vacation with his soon-to-be ex-wife. Agreeing to keep the looming divorce under wraps from family and friends is just one way he hopes to prove himself worthy of his wife’s reconsideration. While enduring their awkward Italian vacation, he does everything he can to pull out a Hail Mary on their marriage. Alas, this is a game he’s already lost. But his unsuccessful trip to Italy is not a complete loss. The seeds are planted for a research project that will have Scott back in Italy looking for answers to questions he’s only beginning to formulate.
Nobody has ever put separation or divorce quite so eloquently as Scott Gould. The wife may have been the dancer, but his words are brilliantly choreographed and impeccably timed. The narration is unexpectedly poetic, not abstract or artsy, but always moving gracefully forward. With concision and clarity, the author puts into words what so many of us have felt and experienced. As a WWII pilot’s lore is given life for a long-neglected writing project, the account is sewn beautifully into Gould’s own story, and ultimately details how the spirits of these two men come to rest in the same small Italian village. Gould’s page-turning account will keep you interested and emotionally invested until the very end of the bittersweet journey. You’re sure to feel like you’re reading a close friend’s well-told story in Things That Crash, Things That Fly.
