But part of the fun of reading is keeping up-to-date with what's currently coming out--who wants to be left out of the cocktail party chatter? To that end, let me note that these following talked-about-authors have new titles just arrived in our store in the past few days:
Didn't Michael Chabon once write a novel about writer's block? Well, it doesn't seem to be a problem any longer. What do we have here? A guide on how to be a man--c'mon, you sissy, you know you need help with this. Look at you standing there all "woe is me, where has my life gone, how can I be a better husband/lover/father/chef?" I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT MYSELF!!
I don't need to tell you that Nick Hornsby writes page-turners (and I mean that in a good way.) His latest concerns a Bob Dylan-esque figure and the "his biggest fan." And the biggest fan's girlfriend. Uh-oh.
A few years back, The Mezzanine blew my mind. Nicholson Baker is back with a book about a depressed writer who is obsessed with the ruined lives of famous poets. Yes, I do like to read about depressed people obsessed with other depressed people--what of it?
Paul Auster is back with another tightly written novel. It is described as "a book of youthful rage, unbridled sexual hunger, and a relentless quest for justice" and Kirkus says it just might be his best book yet.
