I finally got my hands on the much talked about Other People We Married by Emma Straub, and it sits quietly on my desk like a coiled snake. She’s everywhere, and seems to be more plugged in with what’s going on in the book world than almost anyone I know.
Three Guys One Book has more readers in New York City than any other place. But one of the places that we have a concentration of readers is London. Three Guys is read in over 50 countries. That’s not such a big deal for a noted book blog. Most book blogs of some reputation have a global readership.
I hope you will excuse my nuance of immodesty but readers need to blow their own horns when they are applying for a job. Otherwise, I might wind up like one of those wallflower book club members. You know, the kind that bring the snack when it’s their turn but never make a comment.
This is billed as neo-fabulists/surrealists writing, and I couldn’t disagree more. For me it seems like Coen brothers writing, almost, and that’s a high compliment. Maybe that’s fabulist or surreal, I’ve never been one to judge. It isn’t even that surreal, when you think about it, as nothing falls from the sky, and no one gets oddly run over by something terrible.
Just when you think a thread of this story is complete, you turn the page and discover another angle. By the time we get to Hollywood with Anne, where the book hits it stride, I began comparing this novel to the brilliant Eat the Document. When I finished that book, I was begging for another hundred pages. With Inside, and Anne, I would have gone on to War & Peace lengths just to see how Anne turned nothing into something.
Year of the Gadfly by Jennifer Miller
Pure by Andrew Miller
The Shining Girls by Lauren Beukes
When We Fell In Love – Elliott The Spy
When We Fell In Love – Elliott The Spy