Shantaram

Shantaram = Good book. A real page turner without it actually devolving into super piss-poor bestseller prose. It's not the literary book of the year or anything, but it was a damn good read. (Don't get offended if you like the book -- the author writes well enough, but he's not up there with Chabon,... Continue Reading →

The Road, at least out of the SF ghetto

Jonathan commented on my earlier post about Cormac McCarthy's Pulitzer Prize winning The Road.  It is indeed a great book.   And this is despite it being an Oprah Winfrey Book Club selection (ha, ha, Franzen, you're an idiot . . .). With brute brevity, I'm going to say that The Road chronicles the story of... Continue Reading →

Cormac McCarthy = Edith Wharton

I just saw No Country for Old Men.  I've been avoiding watching the movie because I liked the book so much.  The movie was faithful to the book.  Fan-tastic. I am a big fan of Cormac.  And that's where the title heading come's from. The prose style of McCarthy is really sparse, evocative, and elliptical. ... Continue Reading →

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