Books

This much ignorance about literature can only lead to hurt feelings and a whole lot of nonsense.

White Teeth

White Teeth

For some reason I was under the impression Zadie Smith was of Indian descent. I’m not sure what possessed me to think that, but…

What Is the What

What Is the What

I knew about as much about Sudan prior to reading this book as I know about Euclidian geometry. Sure, I had a vague recollection…

Wake Up, Sir!

Wake Up, Sir!

It’s like Bored to Death meets Fight Club. Okay, maybe not, but Jonathan Ames’ character, Alan Blair, is clearly the neurotic, bumbling alcoholic once-author…

Vernon God Little

Vernon God Little

Now, I don’t claim to know great literature. I’ll read anything that looks remotely interesting and isn’t written by John Grisham. A friend recommended…

Under the Volcano

Under the Volcano

I seriously had to fight not to put this one down. It has to be called a ”classic” for a reason. Maybe I’m missing…

Ubik

Ubik

Philip K. Dick is whacked. The guy has one mind fuck idea after another–and fortunately for us, he writes them down. Sure, they’re all…

The Twenty-Seventh City

The Twenty-Seventh City

This is one of those books that I resisted for a while. I’m not sure exactly why, other than the fact that Franzen’s second…

Tuff

Tuff

I guess I missed the point here, but I haven’t been this depressed after reading a book in a while. I suppose that’s what…

Tinkers

Tinkers

Tinkers is what they (or I) call a small book. In stature. In scope. In just about everything. From the very first sentence it…

The Things They Carried

The Things They Carried

Having been born during the tail end of the Vietnam “conflict,” there are certainly elements that have touched my life—a life that almost wasn’t…

Theft

Theft

Peter Carey is quickly becoming one of my favorite storytellers. The guy can spin a yarn with the best of them, without stooping to…

That Old Ace In the Hole

That Old Ace In the Hole

There are surprisingly few grisly deaths in this, Annie Proulx’s fourth novel. I only say that because in her past works, people have been…

Telegraph Avenue

Telegraph Avenue

I realize thinking back on Michael Chabon’s books that I’m less of a fan than I thought I was. Or more like I’m a…

Sunset Park

Sunset Park

Yet another Brooklyn book from Paul Auster. Yet another reason why I ask myself after finishing one of his books why I insist on…

Strong Motion

Strong Motion

I think I went one book too deep into Franzen’s catalog. Granted, this is the second of his three novels, but it certainly felt…

Stet

Stet

I’m so not smart enough to write a review of this thing. I can’t even begin to describe the story or words I encountered…

The Sportswriter

The Sportswriter

I should have known after reading the sequel to this book, Independence Day, that this book was going to be nearly as much of…

Soon I Will Be Invincible

Soon I Will Be Invincible

Never really being a reader of comic books, my lone exposure to superheroes and the like has come through Christopher Reeve movies and Superfriends cartoons….