Jonathan Lethem

Motherless Brooklyn

Motherless Brooklyn

It’s as if my subconscious didn’t want me to finish this one. I was about three-quarters of the way through when I left it on…

The Fortress of Solitude

The Fortress of Solitude

To call this book vaguely racist would be a stretch, but it does seem that our author writes about being a white kid growing up…

Chronic City

Chronic City

I very rarely get super-excited after reading blurbs. Even the word “blurb” sounds like a baby slipping under the water, or a cat burping. They’re…