jane
Well-Known Member
I just read a book called The Brotherhood of the Grape by John Fante. Very, very funny American novel about an Italian-American family in California. Take the Sopranos, remove the mob factor and replace it with more crazy, then multiply that crazy by ten. I'd heartily recommend it.
I'm currently reading Nathanael West's Miss Lonelyhearts. I'm not sure I like it all that much. It's got some great stuff in it, but there are some major problems with it, including a lack of flow, and some lapses in explanation. It's about a guy who is hired by a newspaper to write an advice column that is supposed to increase the paper's circulation. He hangs around in speakeasies, fucks his boss's wife, and eventually decides to stop treating his job as a joke, but becomes obsessed with the suffering of the people who write in to him. It's quite funny in places, and quite disturbing in others, but I'm only halfway through. I'll let you know....
It's in a volume with another novella called A Cool Million, which I bought simply because it is dedicated to SJ Perelman.
Perelman, incidentally, was a very funny essayist who also wrote movies for the Marx Brothers as well as an introduction to the Sears and Roebuck catalogue (the last bit I only found out about two hours ago).
I'm currently reading Nathanael West's Miss Lonelyhearts. I'm not sure I like it all that much. It's got some great stuff in it, but there are some major problems with it, including a lack of flow, and some lapses in explanation. It's about a guy who is hired by a newspaper to write an advice column that is supposed to increase the paper's circulation. He hangs around in speakeasies, fucks his boss's wife, and eventually decides to stop treating his job as a joke, but becomes obsessed with the suffering of the people who write in to him. It's quite funny in places, and quite disturbing in others, but I'm only halfway through. I'll let you know....
It's in a volume with another novella called A Cool Million, which I bought simply because it is dedicated to SJ Perelman.
Perelman, incidentally, was a very funny essayist who also wrote movies for the Marx Brothers as well as an introduction to the Sears and Roebuck catalogue (the last bit I only found out about two hours ago).