Contemporary Fiction

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 fan and then not, and then am and then not. We...
Juliet, Naked

Juliet, Naked

Did you ever have that cool uncle? You know, the one that was 38 and drank and smoked and cavorted with hot young thangs and was a "musician" and didn't conform...
A Visit From the Good Squad

Visit From the Goon Squad

I'm always a little skeptical of books about the music biz. Not because I peripherally work in it, and have on and off since the mid-nineties, but because often...
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 reading him at all. He's been n...
The Pregnant Widow

The Pregnant Widow

I've read a bunch of Martin Amis books over the years. And I gotta say that he can be of a bear sometimes. Books like Money and London Fields were exciting and ...
Freedom

Freedom

I know as a guy with the word hipster in his URL I'm supposed to pray at the altar of Franzen. He is what every whiny hipster wants to be; a writer who has sold...
The Coast of Akron

The Coast of Akron

As a matter of full disclosure, I will freely admit that I have never taken an art history class. I think I took art appreciation in fourth grade as part of my ...
The Diviners

The Diviners

I've only read one Moody book and seen one film based on one of his books.Ā Purple America was a book filled with some sad shit. The Ice Storm was a creepy subur...
If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things

If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things

If you're the type of person who looks for his books to have plots, this is not the book for you. If you expect consistent narrative structure and linear develo...
The Brooklyn Follies

The Brooklyn Follies

Somehow you'd think with a title that this that there might be at least, like, one laugh somewhere in the book. Well, you'd think wrong. And you'd also wonder a...
On Beauty

On Beauty

After reading White Teeth I pretty much decided to read anything and everything that Zadie Smith put out. It figured to not be a huge investment, but at least s...
Man Walks Into a Room

Man Walks Into a Room

I had no idea that Nicole Krauss was the wife of Everything Is IlluminatedĀ author, Jonathan Safran Foer, before purchasing this book. It proved that I know next...
A Long Way Down

A Long Way Down

Suicide is not really that funny--at least not in that haha kind of way. It is, however, the subject of an attempt at a witty book. I say attempt because it has...
Cosmopolis

Cosmopolis

Delillo is often a tough sell. Everything is metaphor and high-minded social commentary--the earmarks of post-modern literature. Of course this is almost the ol...
You Shall Know Our Velocity

You Shall Know Our Velocity

Is it wrong of me to like this book? It seems that just about everyone out there thinks Eggers is a blowhard and a complete egomaniac. Despite actually liking t...
The Autograph Man

The Autograph Man

Some might call it a sophomore slump. I call it biting off more than you can Jew. Before you call Smith's editor or the JDL, let me explain that I loved her fir...
The Buzzing

The Buzzing

So, I took a chance on this one--definitely not the first time, but maybe the last. The idea behind this book was interesting and had potential, but went pretty...