Coast-to-coast commentary about books

A chance meeting with a figure of world historic importance


I often wonder if my reaction to a book is as much a reflection of my mood or receptiveness at that moment as it is any quality inherent to the book itself. It has often happened that a book that frustrated or bored or annoyed me on first reading proved to delight or at least


Reading “The Lazarus Project” by Aleksandar Hemon, “The Resurrectionist,” by Jack O’Connell and “The Blind Assassin,” by Margaret Atwood


Reading “Skeletons at the Feast,” by Chris Bohjalian


Reading “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian,” by Sherman Alexie


Reading Ludmilla Petrushevskaya’s cracked and troubling modern fairy tales


How I learned to love Proust, Falkner, James, and Mann. Or at least how I got through some of their books.

In the interest of completeness and full disclosure I will say that I read this book. Why? Because it was on the bookshelf and I had nothing else to read one night. But why was it on the bookshelf? I have no idea. Possibly a houseguest left it here? And you read it all? Yes,

Run, by Ann Patchett Wow, this is a terrible novel. It’s based on a cringeworthy premise – a pair of black children adopted by a white family – and it just piles the cringeworthy details on and and on. Just for example, the boys’ father lives in Boston and has political aspirations for his sons,

The Great Thirst: Californians and Water, by Norris Hundley Jr. Well, I’d be lying if I said this was a riveting tale. On the other hand, it answered most or all of my questions, such as “Where does my drinking water come from?” and “How much of the movie "Chinatown” was based on history?“ and
