No page count yet, but I am just getting up. Hopefully there will be one later in the day.
I am almost to the 30 page mark of the first book I am reading this summer, Thomas McGuane's Ninety-Two in the Shade. Most of you know that I give any book about 30 pages to hook me, and if it doesn't, I release it back into the wild. Most good books grab you in the first line or paragraph but certainly in the first page, so I think 30 pages is very generous.
Ninety-Two in the Shade passed the test with the first line.
Nobody knows, from sea to shining sea, why we are having all this trouble with our republic...
And then the first paragraph, and then the first page.
Nobody knows, from sea to shining sea, why we are having all this trouble with our republic...
Riding home from Gainesville with four people, Thomas Skelton was in a globe of his own hallucinatory despair, a little blown away it is true; but nothing quite as serious as that sense of internal collapse and loss of armature that made it increasingly difficult to so much as sit up straight.
Skelton, two men, two women, wound up in a white clapboard hotel near Homestead frequented by citrus pickers; and a long night began of streaks, halos and comas.
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