Maybe 2.5 stars, just because she worked so hard to climb all 48 4Ks ...
I have never been a big fan of memoirs by people who are not famous and haven’t really accomplished anything historically noteworthy. This book is why. It’s one of the few topics that could impel me to read a book like this — hiking the 48 4,000 foot mountains in New Hampshire. 4000 feet doesn’t sound like much, but I assure you it’s way harder than it sounds — I’ve hiked them all, many of them more than once. But here’s the problem with the book — it’s not very interesting or exciting. Sadly for Suchors, cancer strikes both her and her hiking buddy during the quest and that sucks for her and makes her journey tougher … but for me, it adds nothing to the narrative. There’s also a LOT of annoying over-writing … Suchors has given up her career as a consultant to write a novel and boy, am I glad I don’t have to read THAT. Not to be petty, but she’s an awful writer, descending into overwrought metaphors, flowery but not revealing descriptions and the like. Horribly, she envisions her amputated breast as a mountain goddess, a device that definitely does not work and recurs way too much. She also spends numerous pages cataloguing her injuries and such, which is just dull, like describing your dreams or fantasy baseball teams to someone — important to you, but impossible to make engaging. Most egregiously to the hiker in me, for all her obsessive planning and setting of goals, she is not an accomplished hiker at all — I don’t mean physically, but in her approach. For example, for her very first 4000 footer, she chooses one of the tougher ones … OK, challenge yourself, whatever, but then she chooses the much less preferred approach, placing herself and her companions in actual danger. She makes mistakes like this over and over without realizing it or at least commenting on it. Actually, no, she does something even more egregious — one of the “rules” about the 4000 footers is you have to both ascend AND DESCEND the mountain for it to count (I know this, because I had to re-hike one of them after I took a tram down in pelting rain). And she doesn’t do this on the highest and most dangerous one of all, Mount Washington, blithely dismissing it by saying her hiking companions granted her special dispensation. Sorry, it doesn’t work like that! Yes, she goes back and re-hikes MW at a later date, but come the fuck on. Either do it or don’t do it, but don’t minimize the accomplishments of others by claiming you did something that you clearly did not. I’ll give her credit — the book was OK enough for me to finish, but I wanted to throw it against the wall several times.
Grade: C