Sometimes you just have to share how incredibly awesome a book is, right away. I literally just finished reading A.M. Homes’ forthcoming novel, May We Be Forgiven (October 2012, Viking) and was just floored flat by it. It has a perfect blend of hilarious absurdity – and I mean, laugh-out-loud, snorting-in-public, accidentally-passing-gas-kind of absurd – and a truthful, tempered sadness to it. Or more of a thread of reality-based grief, really. (Just calling it “sad” both doesn’t do it justice and is actually totally inaccurate.) It’s a book about dealing with grief in the only way we know how – and this is different for every person, of course.
And sometimes we deal with that by writing a book about Richard Nixon, adopting senile adults, surfing the web for illicit liaisons with local housewives, and staging bar mitzvahs in small, South African villages. You never know.
More to come, I promise.