I am reading the Confessions of Max Tivoli. Not long into it... about the fourth or fifth word, I feared that I was reading about Benjamin Button. I have no desire to read about Benjamin Button. I have no plans to watch Benjamin Button. I've stuck with it. Now on page 86, I am convinced that I am not reading Benjamin Button. All that said... I think the concepts are way too similar... I never could have followed through with the story if I were Andrew Sean Greer.
I'm trying to read authors who appear on the jackets of books that I like. So far it has been with mixed results. Next up is Michael Chabon... he better not disappoint. Me. I will say for sure that Chabon's website is a big lump of a disappointment.
I've been given reading suggestions from some of you... none of which I am finding in the local 'brary. The search continues.
I've also gone with writers's's influences to find other authors. It got me Haruki Murakami (great) and also got me Muriel Sparks (the book I read was nothing special, not one of her acclaimed works... I'm left wary, very wary).
Some of the classics may get a look shortly. I feel drawn to some of the non-classics by the writers of classics. I read Moby Dick voluntarily when I was younger... and I think it is what turned me off of reading for a couple decades, so I'm going to be cautious as I venture in that direction.
Now, I have to go learn about a marxist/socialist/fascist/communist/nazi health care plan and get a primer on death panels. Bye.
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Might I recommend The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay or The Yiddish Policeman's Union?
More importantly, might I recommend not reading The Mysteries of Pittsburgh?
Certain brothers may disagree.
The Chabon book by my bed has a colorful image of a parrot on the cover... I don't know the name of it. I especially appreciate the "don't read" list you've just started, though it be up for debate with certain rock icons.
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