I haven’t seen the movie of Friday Night Lights, but I’ve seen the show all the way through and we’re watching it again. I am starting to realize how silly and ridiculous the show is an a lot of ways, because the book is so good and so unsentimental (until the epilogues, where it does get a little emotional and acts as a kind of catharsis). The book begins with Bissenger making his way to Odessa Tx, referred to in Larry McMurtry’s sequel to The Last […]
Maybe it was a suddenly acute awareness of being “thirtysomething.”
Friday Night Lights by HG Bissinger
