British writer Tom McCarthy’s novel C provided me with my most ecstatic book experience of the past year. This ecstasy didn’t come from reading the book but from buying it. I purchased my copy at a very fine independent bookstore in Boston, where the young, cerebral-looking woman behind the counter nodded knowingly. “This,” she said in a quiet voice meant only for me, (...)
June 03, 2011
Books
Epiphanies, Sort of
CTom McCarthy Alfred A. Knopf, $25.95, 310 pp.
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