Because of the editorial project that has had me tied into knots, I've mostly been lurking (and commenting on the posts of others from time to time), but I haven't been posting about my own reading. I have continued to read and now that I'm finally finished, I want to start posting again -- beginning with what has really impressed me among the new (i.e 2018) novels I read.
First on my list is Randy Kennedy's
Presidio, a rare merging of literary writing and noir. It's a compulsively-readable tale of a Texas car-thief on the road one last time and of two people his life intersects with. (I picked it up because the
NY Times gave it such an enthusiastic review.) One of the characters is a young girl the protagonist finds himself trying to help. She has the vividness of Mattie Ross in Charles Portis’s
True Grit!
Also high on my list was Esi Edugyan's
Washington Black, the 2018 Giller winner (you might think of that as the Canadian equivalent of the National Book Award), her second Giller for her second novel! (
Washington Black was also short-listed for the Booker.) An interesting take on the slave narrative with a touch of Jules Verne-like adventure as its driving force.
And no matter how much you may feel you've had enough of identity politics, I strongly recommend Tommy Orange's
There, There, as an extraordinary riff on urban indigenous existence in the US.
On the poker narrative front, I was somewhat disappointed by Anthony Holden and Natalie Galustian's short fiction anthology
He Played for His Wife and Other Stories (also 2018)--though the first story is solid. [41] Here are my two favourite lines:
Quote:
Playing poker was as near as a nice English literary boy without a horse could get to being a cowboy.
and
Quote:
What he lacked in skill, he made up for in sheer recklessness.