Marshall Thornton

Marshall Thornton

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Marshall Thornton is an award-winning screenwriter, playwright and author living in Long Beach, California. He has an MFA in screenwriting from UCLA where he won the Carl David Memorial Fellowship for his romantic-comedy, Husband Material, as well as a BA in Creative Writing from California State University at Long Beach. He has had plays produced in both Chicago and Los Angeles. Marshall has published in literary journals and is currently exploring the world of on-line downloadable fiction.

Learning to Breathe Fire: The Rise of CrossFit and the Primal Future of Fitness

Learning to Breathe Fire: The Rise of CrossFit and the Primal Future of Fitness

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<p><b>The absorbing, definitive account of CrossFit's origins, its explosive grassroots growth, and its emergence as a global phenomenon.</b><br /> <br />One of the most illuminating books ever on a sports subculture, <i>Learning to Breathe Fire </i>combines vivid sports writing with a thoughtful meditation on what it means to be human. In the book, veteran journalist J.C. Herz explains the science of maximum effort, why the modern gym fails an obese society, and the psychic rewards of ending up on the floor feeling as though you're about to die. <br /> <br />The story traces CrossFit’s rise, from a single underground gym in Santa Cruz to its adoption as the workout of choice for elite special forces, firefighters and cops, to its popularity as the go-to fitness routine for regular Joes and Janes. Especially riveting is Herz’s description of The CrossFit Games, which begin as an informal throw-down on a California ranch and evolve into a televised global proving ground for the fittest men and women on Earth, as well as hundreds of thousands of lesser mortals. <br /> <br />In her portrayal of the sport's star athletes, its passionate coaches and its “chief armorer,” Rogue Fitness, Herz powerfully evokes the uniqueness of a fitness culture that  cultivates primal fierceness in average people. And in the shared ordeal of an all-consuming workout, she unearths the ritual intensity that's been with us since humans invented sports, showing us how, on a deep level, we're all tribal hunters and first responders, waiting for the signal to go all-out. </p>

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<span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, sans-serif;line-height:normal;font-size:14px;color:#02171d;"></span><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">From Rainbow Reviews, British Bulldog</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">In the first story, &quot;Little Boy Found,&quot; we really get to know Nick. At first I can’t say I particularly liked him. He was promiscuous and seemed rather uncaring about everyone other than himself. Also he smokes. But Thornton’s excellent storytelling had me soon reconsidering. The “boy” who was found in this story was Brian. I liked how once Nick’s conscience tugged at him, he went above and beyond to watch over Brian.</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">I wouldn’t go as far as to say Nick is a protector, even though he’s a former cop. But he certainly came alive and three-dimensional in this opening story.</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">&quot;Little Boy Burned&quot; sees Nick being woken in the early morning to begin investigating a fire at Paradise Isle, a gay nightclub where Nick works the door two nights a week. The “boy burned” is Bernie, one of the bartenders.</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">Thornton gives us bits of information, such as the coat his friend Ross wears, the garment actually belonging to Nick. Such information doesn’t advance the plot but it helps paint the scene, even tells us a little about both Nick and Ross. Such attention to detail raises Thornton’s writing above the average.</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">I still got irritated with Nick. He rarely keeps in touch with Brian from the first story, and when Brian comes over to cook him a meal, he has to first wash Nick’s frying pan that was put away dirty. Again, such details aren’t designed to advance the plot, but say much about the lives of the characters.</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">I enjoy mysteries, but rarely can work out whodunit prior to the truth being revealed. In fact, if I can solve the case then it’s usually because the author has done a poor job. I was unable to determine for myself who had torched the Paradise Isle. So well done, Mr. Thornton.</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">Nick’s front door continues to revolve as his sex partners enter and exit. Pity he can’t seem to just stick to one. My favourite in this second story was Hank, a fireman. I don’t think I’ve got a uniform fetish, but I’d have to do more practical research before being able to say for certain.</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">&quot;Little Boy Fallen&quot; sees Lenny, a seemingly happy young man with plenty to live for suddenly fall from a seventh story balcony. The cops seem to think it's suicide and close the case. Lenny's mother isn't so sure, so hires Nick to investigate.</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">This third story was just as edge-of-the-seat enjoyable as the previous two. If I were Nick I'd avoid heights as much as possible as he does seem to experience dramatic moments atop them. Most pleasing of all to me about this story was the hope that Nick finally finds his true love, but the story, and the book, ends before this can be explored.</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">Thornton does a first-class job of getting the reader centred in the Chicago of the early '80s. The locations feel right, the descriptions of pre-HIV unsafe sex practices, police and societal attitudes toward homosexuality, plus news events of the era, all help set the scene.</p><p style="margin-bottom:1.5em;line-height:1.5em;">I sincerely hope the author will revisit Nick Nowak in future books. I'll be sure to buy them on the strength of these three stories.</p>