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Cannonball Read: Friday Night Lights by H. G. Bissinger / Kingsmartarse

Book Reviews | December 17, 2009 | Comments (22)


Friday Night Lights by Harry Gerard Bissinger is the story of the 1988 Permian Panther High School football team from Odessa, Texas. In order to write the novel, Bissinger quit his sports writing job in Philadelphia to move to Odessa so that he could accurately follow the Permian Panthers throughout their season as they strove for the highest honor of all: winning the state championship.

Being a sports writer, it comes as no surprise that Bissinger perfectly chronicles the highlights and the edge-of-your-seat plays throughout each of Permian’s games. However, Friday Night Lights is much more than a simple book about a great high school football team. The true strength of Bissinger’s novel is how he perfectly captures the relationship between Odessa and the Permian football team. The town of Odessa, once a gold rush of oil fields but lately a community in the dumps, rests its every last hope, its every happiness in life, and the town’s entire identity on the Permian Panthers. Since its inception in 1959, the Permian Panther varsity football team has always been a force to be reckoned with in the arena of Texas high school football. Over the years, they’ve won a number of district, regional, and state championships, and as such, the people of Odessa have come to expect no less than a championship team every year. Living in a town riddled with poverty, crime, and no way out of their abysmal lives, there literally is nothing else the people can take pride in other than this team. As such, the town gives everything to these young “gods.” The starters get a free pass in class, whether it’s in attendance or a passing grade, alcohol and drugs are provided to them like candy, and they are absolved of any and every transgression. The players happily accept their status above the rules, and many live for it. It is a fair trade when all they need to do is provide the town a championship team. However, when games result in losses and winning a championship becomes questionable, the town easily turns on their heroes. The pressure of this highest of highs and lowest of lows relationship with the town takes its toll on the players.

Bissinger closely covers the top starters of the Permian Panthers team: Boobie Miles, the senior star fullback who is more than ready to accept his role in the spotlight; Mike Winchell, the under-sized QB1 who must lead this team to a championship despite his own insecurities; Ivory Christian, the middle linebacker and probably best player on the team, who fights a love-hate battle over football within himself; Don Billingsley, a halfback, known more for causing trouble in town than playing on the field as his father had done twenty years ago, a former star of the Permian Panthers; and Brian Chavez, an outlier in Odessa who dreams of attending Harvard after graduation. From day one, these players, along with all others on the team, sacrifice every part of their being for the sake of football, whether it be playing through injuries and refusing medical treatment so that they can continue to play, or the emotional and psychological stress that comes with feeling the weight of an entire town on your shoulders. Despite all these unrelenting troubles, and the treatment they receive when things take a turn for the worse, these teenagers press on all for one reason: this is what they’ve wanted to do since they were mere children who could barely understand the game of football. Their entire lives have been tailored so that they could one day be the heroes of this broken town, and they will not give it up. It’s not just a dream; it’s their sole reason for being. The relationship with football is intoxicating, a drug with the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, one that the players refuse to give up, and one the town will ride with them hand-in-hand.

Friday Night Lights completely captures the culture of Odessa, a culture that can no doubt be found in various other small towns across the country. There’s both good and bad in the culture of these towns. On one hand, it’s a time capsule of old America, where people left their doors unlocked in case a neighbor needs to use their stove, where kids waved American flags, where the townspeople prayed in church together on Sundays, and where the people believed in hard work. On the other hand, it has the worst aspects, where the word “nigger” is openly used without hesitation, where people vandalize the head coach’s car and home just because they lost, and where you were useless and less than nothing if you could not perform for the team. Friday Night Lights is a great story of hope and struggle and determination and, for good or bad, believing wholeheartedly in something as small and as big as high school football.

This review is part of the Cannonball Read series. For more of Kingsmartarse’s reviews, check his blog, Feeling Red.


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Comments

Um, how does a non-fiction book become a novel?

Posted by: Brian R. Martens at December 17, 2009 8:43 AM

When it's written by James Frey?

Posted by: arrrghzi at December 17, 2009 9:24 AM

Take it easy, Brian. Kingsmartarse is just an eloquent whose review was lucky enough to be chosen. Save your condescension for the overlords' columns and try constructive criticism over here. No need to shit on everyone's fun.

Posted by: Kballs at December 17, 2009 9:30 AM

@Kballs

1) It had to be pointed out some time.
2) It's actually a legitimate question granted that "legitimate" sources, like dictionaries and encyclopedias, still define the term "nonfiction novel." Which is odd since a novel is a work of fiction and a nonfiction work is, well, not fiction. Apparently. According to a quick Google search.

Posted by: arrrghzi at December 17, 2009 9:50 AM

Yeah, I was going to weigh in on it not being a novel but more a documentary. It would be pointless to fictionalize something so crazy-true. It's like a "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil" for high school football.

IIRC, Bissenger himself became persona non grata in Odessa after the book came out. They take the game seriously in Texas (and Alabama, and Florida, and Georgia too).

Posted by: , at December 17, 2009 10:12 AM

*rolls eyes*

Posted by: Kballs at December 17, 2009 10:38 AM

Kballs: Remember the tag line for the site? I'm one of those bitchy people. Besides, the older I get, the more I agree with H. L. Mencken, who said "The older I get the more I admire and crave competence, just simple competence, in any field from adultery to zoology." I consider it constructive criticism to point out the difference between fiction and non-fiction to a person who has mistaken one for the other in his review.

Posted by: Brian R. Martens at December 17, 2009 11:03 AM

*eyes roll out of head*

Nevermind.

Posted by: Kballs at December 17, 2009 11:12 AM

While the fabricated fiction semantic requirement of "novel" is rightly the main course of discussion regarding this review, I would like to take on one side point.

It bothers me when someone who is not from a particular locale says that an author has "really captured" it. From everything I've heard, Bissinger created a very vivid portrait of a city, and presumably it matches quite closely with Odessa, but I bet he embellished some things a bit too and overall focused on the parts that would be more interesting for a book. I dunno, it just always seems really presumptuous to me to comment on the accuracy of the portrayal (other than known facts) of a scene or location you haven't been to, particularly when it's a picture of bleakness like this one.

Posted by: Eep at December 17, 2009 11:28 AM

Eh, screw all y'all english majors. Good review, kingsmartarse.

Posted by: welldressed at December 17, 2009 1:57 PM

Hey, I'm an English major, but I knew what kingsmartarse meant, so I let it go. Just because I majored in it doesn't mean everybody else has to follow suit.

Rockin' review. I totally wanna read this.

Posted by: Jelinas at December 17, 2009 4:20 PM

Just because you let it go, doesn't mean it will correct itself. Seriously, it was a trivial point blown out of proportion by Kballs throwing "condescension" and "shitting on people's fun" and "eye rolling" around. No one even said it was a bad review and you people are like "omg, meanies!"

Posted by: arrrghzi at December 17, 2009 7:24 PM

True story, I used to work with a guy named Boobie. We were about 13 years old, so it provided endless amusement whenever I said his name. Which was often. Especially considering I never say people's names when I'm speaking to them.

Hey Boobie, pass the tape!

Good times...

Posted by: SaBrina at December 17, 2009 7:42 PM

And Bear Bryant wore a cool-lookin' red-checkered hat and won football games
And there's few things more loved in Alabama than football and the men who know how to win at it.
So when the Bear would come to town there'd be a parade.
And me, I was onea them pussy boys, cause I hated football. So I got a guitar.
But a guitar was a poor substitute for a football with the girls at my high school.
So my band hit the road. We didn't play no Skynyrd either.
I came of age rebelling against the music in my high school parking lot.

--Patterson Hood/Drive-By Truckers
"The Three Great Alabama Icons"

Posted by: , at December 17, 2009 8:37 PM

This book has been out for quite some time and the only people that seem to have an issue with the book are those from the area. I thought it to be fantastic and really clarifies the trap that is high school sports.

Posted by: richmac at December 17, 2009 10:24 PM

It's one thing to be bitchy, but it's another to be annoying.
I'm currently reading a memoir SAY SOMETHING.

Your ignorance is saddening because if you knew what you were talking about, then you would already know that in the cannonball read we are supposed to "read 52 books in one year" and that each "book needs to be 'of substance': 150 pages or so."

Last I checked a 'non-fiction book' is still a BOOK. It doesn't 'become' a book because, luckily, it already IS a book.

Congratulations Kingsmartarse for writing yet another excellent review to make it on here. Haters will hate. Cannonballers will ball, or in this case... cannonball.

Posted by: Anhelo at December 18, 2009 1:13 AM

Someone reads a book.

That someone writes a review of that book.

Most of the comments address whether the reviewer's review counts as a review because he reviewed a book about a true story instead of a made-up story.

I go back to not commenting on this site for another month.

For fucks sake people can we all be a little less retarded?

Would you prefer to discuss the book or do 35 comments on whether novellas count towards the Cannonball Read?

Posted by: L.O.V.E. at December 19, 2009 1:25 AM

Aw, L.O.V.E., don't leave. I demand that you comment, in fact. I like the cut of your jib. Thanks for saying what was in my head.

Posted by: Nicole at December 19, 2009 12:41 PM

Ok, Nicole. I won't take my books and go home. But only because of your sweet words.

Posted by: L.O.V.E. at December 19, 2009 2:04 PM

By the way, "Buzz" Bissinger has become something of a blog lightning-rod over the last few years. It may be worth making a run at him for an interview around these parts.

Posted by: L.O.V.E. at December 19, 2009 6:02 PM

Oh, one last thing before I shut up for good - in this thread, at least:

The Cannonball Read is not restricted to fiction. Nonfiction is encouraged as well, in order that the overall experience can be more well-rounded and horizon-expanding.

Bloody hell, an excellent football win puts me in a frightfully good mood!

Posted by: Nicole at December 20, 2009 9:21 PM

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