Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Finished this today. I hope everyone reads it, but I hope it doesn't become so famous that people start to avoid it. Tom Hanks recommended it in Time magazine recently. But I wanted to read it since I heard about it last year. I can't remember where I heard about it. New York Review Books has a habit—more like a mission, apparently—to put old good books back into print. This first came out in 1965. John Williams died in 1994. Anyway, I loved it. It's sort of bleak, but not really. So far this is only the third novel I've finished in 2010. Already more than last year though.

Stephen Elliott writes about it here, much better than I could.

No one took me up on the idea of reading that Henry Green book. There's still time. I'm going to start it today. But I realized I have no interest in writing or talking about books in a very specific way, so I probably won't do that. Feel free to do so yourself though.

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