I read this book something more than a decade ago, so I'd forgotten how very excellent it is. It's one POV character collecting the stories of his wife and several of their friends of the time everyone but the narrator spent in the thrall of a typical--stereotypical, even--charlatan-guru in the 1960s. None of them seem to have seen everything--though there's one who saw more than the others--and it's up to the reader to put together whatever sort of real story there is. Unless I missed something, this is the last novel Straub wrote, and it's a helluva last novel, deeply dark and staggeringly complex.
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Golden Hill by Francis Spufford
Well, this was at least vaguely disappointing. The prose was (I presume intentionally) very much in the style and voice of mid-eighteenth-...
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A beautiful novel about life as a mobster (in 1940s Tampa) and all the contradictions and complications of it. Lehane clearly has an ear f...
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This is a novel about people who are broken and not yet stronger at the broken places, though at least the two POVs you can see how and wher...
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Well, this was a bit of a disappointment. Not *horrible*, but a bit bland. and with stakes that in the end seemed abruptly lower--in the s...

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