What I want to write about is hard to discuss without potentially revealing myself as at least one of three things. 1) a moron, 2) a snob, 3) a cultural philistine. And yet this isn’t a post about TV, my inability to snag a man, or my not-so-secret love for a power ballad… In recent years I’ve discovered I really like American fiction. [...]
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Book 26: Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
Posted in American contemporary, Cormac McCarthy, Reading, westerns on 22 October, 2009 | 3 Comments »
I don’t know where to begin. I finished reading this book two weeks ago and I’m still speechless (about the book, not speechless in general, that’s impossible). I’m still thinking about it. Still trying to decide things. And still feel ill-equipped to explain it to anyone (except in the barest of terms). All I can [...]
Book 11: American Rust by Phillipp Meyer
Posted in American contemporary, Books, Phillipp Meyer, Reading on 25 May, 2009 | 1 Comment »
A debut novel is fraught with emotion for both writer and reader. And as I wear my reader’s beret for this blog, that’s what I’m going to discuss. What do you think about when you see ‘first-time novelist’ on the back of the book? I feel a sense of excitement but also concern. On the [...]
