Today in books borrowed from my roommate.
I’m pretty sure I’ve read most of these stories in various Best Of anthologies in various writing workshops over the years, but it’s nice to hang out in his world for more than 10 pages.
I LOVE HIM.
More on this later, I’m sure.
I don’t know why I don’t give this book out as “present for a person I only kind of know, but know enough to give a present to”. Because I love it. I love it in a place that’s probably too soft for a Man, a place my grandfather or father would’ve had, as well, but would’ve kept pretty much to themselves.
There’s an aching sincerity to it, but told without sympathy, told with a poetry I don’t often appreciate.
It’s poetry enough for my heart to feel, but prose enough I don’t dismiss it as too fanciful.
Also, it’s got drugs and people dying and crime.
Meaghan’ll tell it better. Follow her for her follow up, if you don’t already, which you should, because she’s great.
