Read a difficult book for once. With old black and white photographs thrown in. My first Sebald. THE EMIGRANTS by W. G. Sebald
Spawned a pop-cultural phenomenon, that in my mind rivals the legacy of the Sopranos. HARRY POTTER & SORCERER’S STONE by JK Rowling
Coney Island basketball legends, including a 12 year old Stephon Marbury. Frey followed them for years. THE LAST SHOT by Darcy Frey.
That well, the soldiers, the strange teenage neighbor, and of course cats! A bible of sorts. WIND-UP BIRD CHRONICLE by Haruki Murakami
Esp. People Like That Are the Only People Here. And Terrific Mother. Nobody like her, really. BIRDS OF AMERICA by Lorrie Moore.
Told backwards; counters on multiple levels Adorno’s adage that there cannot be art after the Holocaust. TIME’S ARROW by Martin Amis.
The daughterly ruminations during an eerie commute to work. Biting humor and a sense of loss. “A DREAM OF MEN” by Mary Gaitskill