More Thoughts

Perhaps it is winter, but I've found myself brooding on the roulette of contemporary lit: for every Zone or Wolf Hall, well, there's Freedom or Special Topics in Calamity Physics. A honest albeit flawed effort like The Imperfectionists can convey you only so far. I noted previously that this is the season of Balzac for me personally. Thus qualified, I am so glad I picked up The Instructions by Adam Levin at the library yesterday. I am well past p. 200 and elated with the transportive world so brilliantly depicted. I scoured reviews and interviews concerning such last night. It was intriguing to find Joshua Cohen all pissy about the book and its reception.