Nothing helps one grieve for the demise of one’s own sad little book than … reading other people’s books!
And knowing, as you read them, that every single one of these books may well nearly have killed its author and also knowing that somehow, someway every single one of these books is also someone’s letdown. (The author? The editor? The author’s mother? The marketing department? The accounting department? Michiko Kakutani? The Millions? The Pulitzer committee? There’s no end to the disappointment a book can bring.)
So here’s a long overdue report from my one-man book club — brief reviews of books I’ve read since mid-November or so.