Rick Moody’s new Diviners looks good to me. I almost always like his eponymously moody books, which carry Raymond Carver’s emotionally charged minimalism into the age of MTV and CNN.
I admit to pleasures that some literary academics frown on. Sure, I love the classics, but I also like books about scandal and skullduggery. Bob Woodward’s Wired: The Short Life and Fast Times of John Belushi; Rudolph Grey’s Nightmare of Ecstasy: The Life and Art of Ed Wood; … Read the rest