An Eye To The Mountain

Finished Cubano Be, Cubano Bop last night and while i appreciated the meticulous research of the author, as a stylist, he is no Gary Giddens. One hesitates in critiquing the writer, owing that the translator may be culpable. Somehow the grocery lists of musicians which flood each page can't be attributed to an overly-orthodox transcription.

It has been a few years since I attempted Magic Mountain. The prior time Roger peddalled slowly up its contours, smirking perhaps, as personal issues , at first distracted, and then, finally, threw me over the edge. It marked at the time, the first instance where Roger beat me in reading a text. There have been many such efforts between then and now.