Amen to positivity.
I come to sing the praises of "Once A Runner." What's amazing about Parker's book is that it doesn't just deal with the inevitable ending to any running book (a big race) in a heart-stopping way, it addresses all the other aspects to being a dedicated runner effortlessly and beautifully.
You've got, in no particular order, women, teammates, practical jokes, hero worship, people who yell at runners from cars, the easy discussion between friends on a run, "training through," drinking, burnout, intervals, self-doubt, self-loathing and my personal favorite, "playing track."
And nobody who has ever written a book about running before or since turns a phrase like Parker. That's what distinguishes his work from everybody else's. Take his comment on training through a race - something to the effect of "if you're beaten by somebody training through, you are owned by them body and soul, unless some unforeseen miracle occurs, possibly involving Claymore mines." Brilliant.
Lear's book was terrific in that it was a behind-the-scenes look at a real team - something that had never been done before. But nobody can claim he has Parker's eloquence - yet. I found Jackson's book to be much more about running than racing, if that makes any sense. His main character had no rival, and genuinely disliked racing. That I found to be uncharacteristic of most competitive runners. Nicely written, though.
Have to end this with a final comment about OAR, though. In my experience, all amazing literature (and film, for that matter) makes you feel something you haven't felt before. Before I read OAR, I'd never felt the same nervous kind of anticipation that I felt before a big race. In the final chapters of that book, I did. Like I said, I sing its praises.