yay! my new book came in the mail today! it's been so long since i've gotten to read for pleasure that i've kind of become a book junkie this month.
so i've started percival everett's erasure. i'm only 22 pages in, but so far i really dig it. i don't read contemporary fiction very often, but this guy's a tenured prof at USC, so i figured i could give it a try. plus it was recommended by a coworker whose opinions i value. so here i am in the middle of a book about the "black experience," or rather the lack of the "black experience," and i'm freaking loving it.
everett kind of reminds me of hemingway. in a short, choppy sentence layered with meaning kind of way.
here's to broadening one's horizons.