I picked up Gods of Wood and Stone by Mark Di Ionno at the library because one of the main characters was a retired baseball player and I like baseball. It also seemed to be a story about two men living at the two ends of life’s spectrum – luxury and poverty.
It was a good story. The premise was solid, but the book – the characters in particular – made me very uncomfortable. It was like when I watch a scary movie and the characters decide they absolutely must, must search the creepy old barn and I am compelled to yell at them to not do it.
I guess maybe I’m giving the average adult too much credit for figuring at least a little bit of shit by the time they reach middle-age. But, come on, at least give me a slight reason to root for a character even with all of their flaws. I mean, really, do none of these characters not see that living such extreme lifestyles is what is causing all of their problems.
That and a lack of communication.
I guess the answer is no, which is sad.
But aside from that there was some pretty cool history in the book about the Cardiff Giant and descriptions of Cooperstown, NY. I know it’s pretty hokey, but I get a kick out of reading about towns and places I’ve actually seen.
So if you want to read a pretty good story about the pitfalls of society – both modern and old-school – with a little gratuitous sex and violence thrown in I suggest you pick up Gods of Wood and Stone.