This was an interesting book for me, because I identified on many levels with the narrator, who is 32 (check), redheaded (I pretend), and an anthropology student on a bit of hiatus from her research (I started out in ethnomusicology, which is a branch of it). So even though the author is a middl...
One could be forgiven for picking up a 700+ page tome detailing a white CIA agent’s musings about, among other things, liberal guilt and the impenetrability of Botswanan culture to a western outsider and thinking, “You navel-gazing ass,” but it would be mistake to discard this book so quickly. T...
Finally I got around to this. Here's the conundrum: I love Norman Rush, but I hate short stories. I really hate them. I don't know why. So which one wins out, bc Norman Rush has only written three novels and i've already read all three. He's old. He many not publish anything else. So which would ...
Gruen said. “Where you were, I don’t know. This was thirty minutes ago.” Ned said, “I was indisposed. Go ahead.” Gruen said, “Well, this happened. Outside the kitchen there’s a deck and a hatch and stairs that lead down to another deck. On the lower one you’re out of sight and private and you can...