I’m still reading The Naked and the Dead, but I’m 480 pages into a 680 page book so I’ll forgive myself for it. It’s one of the best books I’ve read in years–really expansive and gorgeous and psychologically rich. I love any novel that’s brutal, brooding, full-fleshed Americana.
Some random googling says Norman Mailer was born in Long Branch, which while technically not a part of my beloved Bayshore, is close enough to add even more to my new found Mailer fondess.
When I’m done reading, I’m going to write Norman Mailer a rambling letter he will never get. That will be fun. I did the same thing with J.D. Salinger once. (And I call bull shit on Salinger getting commandeered for the literary hipster pandemic.)
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This post was written by Jackie Corley on October 1, 2007
