A year or so ago, I told myself I'd never read a Dave Eggers book again. I really liked The Circle, but thought A Hologram for the King and Your Fathers, Where Are They? And the Prophets, Do They Live Forever? were pretty "meh" three star reads. And then The Wild Things was just downright awful and I said "I'm done; I'm never reading an Eggers book again."
But rules are made to be broken, I guess, because here I am, and I've just finished another Dave Eggers book, his 2019 short novel The Parade. Unfortunately, this one falls firmly into the "meh" category with most other Eggers novels I've read. It tells the story of two unnamed men, who work for an unnamed company, who are sent to an unnamed country that has just gotten out of a long civil war. The head of this country's victorious government wants to build a paved road, the first of its kind in this clearly third world country of otherwise entirely dirt roads, to connect the modernized capital city in the northern part of the country with the rural southern regions of the country.
The new road is supposed to connect the country like never before, and usher in a new era of commerce, prosperity, and peace. The president wants the road done by a certain date so a massive parade can proceed south down the road from the capital city, to celebrate its completion and all it symbolizes. The two anonymous men sent to the country, who assume the pseudonyms of Four and Nine, are employed by the company contracted by the government to pave the road. It is Four and Nine's job to pave the road, using a new state-of-the-art paving machine.
Sound boring as hell? That's because it is. We quickly learn that Four is the strict, by the book company man who has already paved sixty-something roads in multiple different continents before, totalling thousands of miles. He's the veteran, he always follows procedure, and he likes to be done early. Nine, on the other hand, is reckless, is on his first assignment, and generally acts like a drunken man whore baboon the entire time, shirking his job responsibilities every chance he gets.
The two are completely incompatible, which sometimes works well, and in fact mirrors buddy cop movies, where you often have a strict, no-nonsense veteran detective paired with a loose cannon rookie. But in this book it just doesn't work, and it's completely unrealistic how everything unfolds. Someone as by the book as Four would have gotten Nine fired probably on the first day. And yet, time and again, over the entire course of the book, he thinks about getting him fired and requesting a replacement from the company, but for some unexplained reason ends up just constantly putting up with Nine's bullsh*t. For the vast majority of the book it seems like Nine isn't even around. He's off partying somewhere or being a man whore while Four basically paves the entire road himself. It would just never happen that way, where a guy like Four would put up with that, especially when Nine's negligence is putting Four's life at risk, a fact Four is aware of.
In addition to this, the book is incredibly repetitive, with the daily routine of Four paving the road, setting up his tent at the end of the working day, eating a depressing dinner, and going to sleep, all while Nine is away goofing off and not doing his job repeats itself endlessly, and with a few exceptions this repetitive routine makes up the vast majority of the entire book.
Borrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg.
There were some things I liked about this book, however. It has a twist ending, which I could see being polarizing, but it made me think, so overall I liked it. I also did think that Four, Nine, and a secondary character named Medallion were well-developed, strong characters, and the story was interesting in the parts where it deviated from the boring road paving routine. But this book just wasn't very believable, and isn't anything special. Eggers is a very good writer, and his books flow well. It's generally pleasant to read one of his books, and they usually have a very interesting and unique story. It's just too bad the execution so rarely matches the promise of the idea with Eggers. But I'd be open to reading him again. Who knows what the future holds?