The Ginger Man
When we last spoke, I'd managed to ditch "one of the great rogues of literature" for a few days (believe me, he deserved it) to revel in the more immediate delights of Joyce Carol Oates' Bellefleur. But I did return to finish The Ginger Man over the weekend. While I never found much to love in Sebastian Dangerfield, Donleavy's raw and distressingly poignant prose--"But I come down martyred and mussed, feeble and fussed, heart and soul covered in cement."--certainly didn't disappoint.
January Reading List
Last year I failed miserably at recording my reading list for the 75 Book Challenge. This year I have a new strategy: I've re-discovered stickies on my iBook and am using them to keep track of the books I read as I read them, month by month. So without further ado: January.