I have a very ambitious plan for this collection, but to spell it out would drain it’s potency. I’ll probably screw it up, so… I didn’t always understand Walks With Men, because it flipped around, and through very tight and sparse sadness, seemed to fold in on itself. What that means, I don’t know.
All the books I’m highlighting this week are paperbacks, tis the season and all. I read a couple of them back when they were forthcoming in hardcover. Point Omega is another fine book by Don DeLillo. It might be better thought of as a novella, slim volume such as it is, but it has numerous memorable scenes, notably the early scene with the film installation. The book of the week for me, however, is The Lotus Eaters, Tatjana Soli’s amazing, if cover-challenged novel of a woman photojournalist during the Vietnam War.
What can I say at this point? I totally blew it on this book, overlooked, forgotten about, whatever, I just didn’t think it would be any good. I have a small reason for this, I read ‘Look At Me’ right around 9-11, and was totally underwhelmed, which meant The Keep, her next book, would never be opened, why? I don’t know. So when everyone said, “read this book, Goon Squad, it’s fucking genius,” I applied the Ricky Roma theory and went the other way.
Let me be clear: I’m a writer. I’m at home when I’m alone, writing. But I likened it to my children. I’ll do just about anything for my kids. I don’t remember specifics, but I do know that among other efforts, I joined Facebook and mailed 64 copies of Drift. The only thing that remains is the box.