Yet each and every time you think the guy’s going to take an irrevocable or even dangerous step, he stops short. Agitated, paranoid and spoiling for a fight, Stephen begins to tilt at windmills he drives away his best friend, Linus, lashes out at his coaches and embarks on a nutty mission to unmask a music professor whom he believes has murdered his wife. Habash gives you glimpses of it, especially when Stephen loses girlfriend Mary Beth (who hails from Thief River Falls), and, even worse, suffers a knee injury that sidelines him in the run-up to the championship.
And it’s still lurking in the recesses of Stephen’s mind. The madness, however, proves far more interesting than the wrestling. For Stephen, an orphan with a largely submerged yet still painful past, wrestling has served to “redirect the madness in my brain.” Many college wrestlers, particularly in Habash’s lowly and fictive Division IV (NCAA sports categories consist of only three divisions), would consider what they do a mere avocation. “And just like that,” observes Stephen, “when I’m putting my clothes on after the shower, the impatient despairing dwarf inside me squawks, begging for more, coughs and curls up through my chest and out my fingers and ears, and I already begin measuring the time to the next time.” He also conveys the young man’s single-minded obsession powerfully, even poetically. Habash describes his protagonist’s bouts with brio and expertise. “Up in an armpit of the United States” (a fictional town in North Dakota), apparently before cellphones and the internet, Oregsburg college senior Stephen covets a wrestling championship. The chief attribute with which Habash - the deputy reviews editor for Publishers Weekly - endows Stephen is self-absorption. Unfortunately, in this debut novel by Gabe Habash, that’s one of Stephen’s few arresting traits. “Is Stephen Florida fatuous or just glib?” muses the eponymous narrator of “Stephen Florida,” whose real name, Steven Forster, was changed due to a clerical error.
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