We all want to be the hero in a crisis. We want our name in the papers, we want the opposite gender to swoon for us, we want our friends and colleagues to respect us.
Maybe the reason we all crave that attention, that vindication, is that none of us actually feels very heroic. We feel scared, we feel like we’re wasted in our jobs. We fall for other’s wives, husbands, girlfriends, boyfriends. We know ourselves, but we want other people to have a certain image of us. And that image is often quite far from the truth.
That’s what this century old novel, “The First Rescue Party,” is about. A man who wants to be a hero, but not just because he wants to stand out from the rest. There’s the paradoxical urge to become friends with his equals, to stand out but as part of a group.
In the end, it all comes down to loneliness.