Friday, January 30, 2004

I was in New York City for a week and had a lot of time to read on the plane and on the many train rides. The first book I read was Carter Beats the Devil by Glen David Gold. How much did I love this book? Oh my. It was sad and funny and light and profound and exciting and took its time all at the same time. It made me talk back to it, and for me, that means I'm completely engaged and absorbed. It evoked such a glorious picture of San Francisco in the early 1900s and of the vaudeville circuit. It also managed to surprise me several times, without ever leaving the realm of the plausible. It's a fantastic book and one that I will be keeping in my collection and re-reading.

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