As hip a piece of fiction that has been pumped out over the past several years. A book you want to be seen carrying as you sport your urban lumberjack threads at the local farmers’ market or coffee den. Tight, stylish and a well written account of characters with an average of 1.5-degrees of separation from the life and career of a music executive. The book has harvested loads of literary awards and is a fine read, but it is it all that good? Without spoiling anything, let’s say it has as promising a start as any book we’ve picked-up, but in the end there was a slight feeling of unfulfillment. If you are a baseball fan, then the book was a bit of a J.D. Drew.
If it was a group of short stories instead of a novel, what awards does it win? Without the PowerPoint chapter, is there as much buzz?
In correspondence with the great Nathan Hobby, the James Wood of Australia, one thing we could agree on…the newspaper-wrapped striped bass that made it from the East River and into the gleaming skyscraper office of a music executive was clearly Robert Freeman Jr. circling back to Sasha or Jesus Christ.