There’s something uniquely moving about Dogs Chase Cars. It’s a love letter and a lamentation—an ode to the old-school newsroom, the thrum of a deadline, the sweet weight of a morning paper in your hand.
Patrick Sangimino doesn’t romanticize journalism. He lived it. For forty years, he was part of the press machine, and this novel is written with the kind of authority that only comes from ink-in-the-veins experience. Through J.P. Pasquale’s story, he shows us the evolution (and devolution) of an industry and the personal toll it can take.
Yet even amid disillusionment, Dogs Chase Cars is filled with wit and sharp observation. J.P.’s reflections on growing up, fatherhood, or the absurdity of office politics will strike a chord with readers of all backgrounds.
And maybe that’s the magic of this book. It starts as a tale about journalism but ends up being about so much more: the things we chase, the things we lose, and the rare grace that comes with looking back honestly.
You don’t need to be a journalist to relate, you just need a heart that’s ever broken over change.
