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<blockquote data-quote="prabe" data-source="post: 9344843" data-attributes="member: 7016699"><p>Still kinda on my rhythm, in spite of a brief interruption for a long weekend away, for our anniversary. Last three books: All Good People Here by Ashley Flowers, a distressingly uncritical take on true crime and other news and newsish coverage of murders, manages not one but two downbeat endings by being in two timestreams, at least one main who jumps to a string of bad conclusions, gracelessly nonlinear; Indian Burial Ground by Nick Medina, a story about depression on Native American reservations thinly disguised as something like creepy magic realism, practically nothing for which the supernatural is the best explanation, characters who--with the exception of children and the elderly--all feel teenaged, more about its subtext than its text, so sincere it practically bleeds; House of the Rising Sun by James Lee Burke, a novel of violence set in 1910s Texas, with a protagonist who mostly doesn't like himself, mostly for good reasons, some interesting women with interests and priorities mostly not exactly parallel to his, wrapped in occasionally juicy turns of phrase.</p></blockquote><p></p>

[QUOTE="prabe, post: 9344843, member: 7016699"] Still kinda on my rhythm, in spite of a brief interruption for a long weekend away, for our anniversary. Last three books: All Good People Here by Ashley Flowers, a distressingly uncritical take on true crime and other news and newsish coverage of murders, manages not one but two downbeat endings by being in two timestreams, at least one main who jumps to a string of bad conclusions, gracelessly nonlinear; Indian Burial Ground by Nick Medina, a story about depression on Native American reservations thinly disguised as something like creepy magic realism, practically nothing for which the supernatural is the best explanation, characters who--with the exception of children and the elderly--all feel teenaged, more about its subtext than its text, so sincere it practically bleeds; House of the Rising Sun by James Lee Burke, a novel of violence set in 1910s Texas, with a protagonist who mostly doesn't like himself, mostly for good reasons, some interesting women with interests and priorities mostly not exactly parallel to his, wrapped in occasionally juicy turns of phrase. [/QUOTE]

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