![]() ![]() At the last game of the season he gave me a copy of “Ellen’s Eyes,” and I never saw him again. David told me he lived outside of the city, in the woods. ![]() The game became a pleasant, thumping backdrop to our bookish conversations. ![]() It was such a nice antidote to the screaming parents in the stands. Eventually, I worked up the nerve to go over and talk to him. Every time the refs blew the whistle, or if there was some break in the game, David would read, even if it was just for one minute or 20 seconds. David and I were always at the games, but we didn’t sit together. I’d have to say it’s “Ellen’s Eyes,” a beautiful, mournful and strange book written by David Scott, the father of my son’s former high school basketball teammate. What’s your favorite book no one else has heard of? New fiction by a writer I love, like Laura van den Berg, with a decent lamp, under a warm duvet, with a slight Terrence Malick type of breeze making my curtains billow. ![]() It’s pretty tough to compensate for bad prose.ĭescribe your ideal reading experience (when, where, what, how).Īny time, in bed, alone. Can a great book be badly written? What other criteria can overcome bad prose? ![]()
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