I Know This Much Is True by Wally Lamb
Last Friday morning I was at Blue Bottle Cafe (my usual pre-Friday work coffee and reading stop) enjoying a fine cup of drip coffee. As I was packing up my belongings a patron sitting next to me discreetly attempted to see what it was I was reading. Obviously she wasn’t very discreet. I began to tell her a bit about this novel and what little I knew of Wally Lamb. I often strike up conversations about books in coffee shops and book stores, one of the few things I’m not afraid to just strike up a conversation about (mostly with women). Unfortunately I think I may have provided her with a premature review and position on this book. I believe the conversation went like this:
Patron: “Oh, it sounds a bit like a downer.”
Me: “Well… it is, but it isn’t. It’s fairly light-hearted story that’s written really well.”
Patron: “Is it depressing?”
Me: “I wouldn’t really call it depressing, funny at times and sad at others, regardless I’m really enjoying it.”
Well… that was when I was about halfway through the book and it was depressing despite my trying to deny it. As I went outside later for lunch Don’t Stop Now…
