I finished reading Tom Wolfe’s I am Charlotte Simmons this weekend. I loved it. It’s a hardcore satirical look at university USA and the kids that end up going there. He is a bit verbose but the story races along and it’s good. A lot of stuff reminded me of my own tarnished youth; and that weird and slightly disgusting thing of knowing that when I was at varsity in the darkest 80s we were saved by at least having something to struggle for.
Now I’m looking at Lisey’s Story by Stephen King, which seems a bit laborious – a kind of tribute to his wife, I think. I don’t know if I’ll ever get through it though.