Sunday Salon - The Yiddish Policeman's Union
So, I got run over by a bus on Friday. Saturday, I'm standing in the kitchen with my sister, a stupid grin plastered on what's left of my face, reading her a paragraph from this book. She looks bewildered. "Didn't you just get run over by a bus?" she's thinking. "Yeah, but this is a great book!"
The previous paragraph has a faint echo of Michael Chabon's writing style. With apologies to Michael Chabon, of course. What do you call that kind of writing? I don't know the technical term, but I call it amazing!
I'm a little distracted right now, so I'm not reading very quickly. I think I've read about eight chapters so far. I love Michael Chabon's writing! This is a very 'ethnic' book, peppered with Yiddish. (There's a glossary at the back of the book, so that's not a problem.) The story is interesting and well crafted and this is the perfect book for me right now.