With one exception, Michael Chabon doesn’t do it for me
It’s early February, the windows are open at home, and I went for a run in shorts and a t-shirt. Something is wrong here. I like it, but I’m just going to be disappointed when the temperature plummets again.
I finally finished The Yiddish Policemen’s Union. I was forcing myself through it until around page 200. Then it got interesting. No, that’s not fair. It was always interesting, but I didn’t really care. The plot didn’t settle down until around the 200th page, which was when I was sure I was going to finish it. And by that I mean I actually got hooked. But I shouldn’t have had to get through 200 pages first. It will never go on my list of favorite books, and I will probably never re-read it, but it wasn’t bad. I just can’t really recommend it to anyone who isn’t an all out Michael Chabon fan. The kind who will read anything by him. I’m like that with lots of authors (more than I can name, really). Not him. But I loved The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, and I’ve liked a couple of his other books. I’m not giving up on this guy. I’m just not in a hurry to move on to the next book.