Review of My Own Novel
By Steve Hofstetter
For those of you who are working on your coming-of-age-novel, I beg you - please stop. Put it down. Tear it up. Erase the backup copy. Just write something else. Anything else.
Just in case the coming-of-age genre hadnâ€™t already been overdone three billion times, author Steve Hofstetter nailed the coffin with his latest creation: â€œA Series of Subways.â€
Subways is a half-baked attempt at a heartwarming story of a young sports-writer looking to find his place in the world, and realizing that he is young enough that he doesnâ€™t have to. Along the way, Hofstetter takes you through a few love stories, his theories on the designated hitter, and why everything in the universe is just so. Itâ€™s a sort of Jerry McGuire meets Almost Famous meets a half-baked attempt at a heartwarming story.
The dialogue is trite. The metaphors are clichÃ©. The characters, beyond Hofstetterâ€™s own narrator, are poorly developed. And were it not for the Sportscenter dream sequence, the book would be as unimaginative Dan Ratherâ€™s hairdresser.
Hofstetterâ€™s previous books, including â€œGo Wrong,â€ â€œOld York,â€ and â€œRelapse,â€ all suffer from the similar narrator - an ego-driven male who wants the world to think heâ€™s sensitive. And this writer canâ€™t help but wonder what Hofstetter is really trying to tell us.
In the less-than-immortal words of his newest narrator, cleverly named â€œStephen,â€ â€œEvery once in a while, the world gets together and decides whether or not it has already had enough of you.â€ Iâ€™d like to cast my vote for yes.