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I really enjoyed this book and the twists and turns that were in it. The only real complaint I had was that it seemed 'too busy' at times like there were too many stories going on at once to truly know some of the characters.
This was a book club book for a meeting I never made it to. Fictional autobiography of Walt, a street kid from St. Lous who is taken under the wing of a magician named Master Yehudi. The master teaches Walt how to levitate (for serious), and after his showbiz career is cut short at 14, we follow him through life as a Chicago gangster and eventual family man. "Well, my fine-feathered rascal," he said to me that first morning, "give me the lowdown on what you know about the three R's." "Three?" I said, going for the quick, wise-guy retort. "I ain't got but one arse, and I use it every time I sit down. Same as everybody else." "I mean school, you twerp. Have you ever set foot in a classroom--and if so, what did you learn there?" "I don't need no school to teach me things. I've got better ways of spending my time than that." "Excellent. Spoken like a true scholar."
I have to start by saying I am so embarrassed to admit I read this. It's definitely chick lit and not my typical choice of book. I was intrigued with the whole "going to school in Paris" (or so I'm telling myself). The narrative voice is definitely coming from a teenager, with the "Oh my gosh" feel to it. It also has a bit of language and questionable morality at times. Given all that, I finished it quickly and liked it.
Winesburg, Ohio is a collection of short stories that functions, more or less, as a novel. For cohesiveness it's a lot closer to The Country of Pointed Firs than it is to Slaves of New York; for content its the other way around. Anderson was a lot more of a, uh, euphemist, than Janowitz of course, but there's plenty of sordid, torrid, seamy, and other-word-most-often-found-on-the back-of-a-cheap-paperback going on in this quiet town. And I should add that Winesburg, Ohio blows both of those books out of the water for quality, craft and insight. I remember reading "Sophistication" as a part of my ill-fated high school American Lit. course and not thinking too much about it, which not only illustrates how much I hated high school American Lit. courses, but also how much these stories depend upon one another to really get to you. Hmm. I don't understand it, sometimes a book will inspire an endless stream of questions and commentary from me while others...won't. This has little to do with how much I loved or hated the book, or even if it was just 'OK;' sometimes I'll just finish a book and a reach for the next one. I enjoyed this book. A lot. James Joyce was a big deal influence writing at the same time, sure, but Anderson actually influenced those books that we actually read.