The Astral is a huge rose-colored old pile of an apart-ment building in the gentrifying neighborhood of Greenpoint, Brooklyn. For decades it was the happy home (or so he thought) of the poet Harry Quirk and his wife, Luz ...more
I like to look closely at authors’ faces when that question comes — and it always comes — to catch the flash of irritation just before they wearily explain that fiction writers actually use their imaginations to create characters a ...more
The story I was looking forward to was that of his son, Hector, who has recently joined a religious c ...more
Strangers marveled at it. Relatives older than 50 bumbled it. (Even my dad eventually misspelled it on a permission slip). And for six years I was the only Christ ...more
I'm a fan of realism (especially after reading a novel like The Tiger's Wife or Swamplandia!) but I have to agree with what Daniel Handler said in the Sunday ...more
Worst case is that I've had it with the book, but I just can't put it down until I know if the marriage will survive or all will ...more
This book came to me through an interesting exchange. Since it was Valentine's Day, my library held a display of wrapped up books, so you couldn't see anything about the book. The point was to set you up for a "blind date" with a book. You couldn't peek at it. Well, I thought that it was pretty interesting, and it was the closest I came to having a love life. The only thing I knew about the book was what genre it was. So I picked up "Fiction", checked it out, and promptly forgot about it until I...more
*Occasionally, I liked the daytime drinking of har liquor. It made the daylight seem artificial and the air extra oxygenated and gave me an adrenaline rush, like being in a casino.*
*"Tastes like bourbon and lemon soda," I said. "And a little extra something. Sweat, maybe."
This book is so boring and have no story whatsoever. It's a two line story of a husband whose wife throws him out because she doubts on him having an affair with his best friend. That's it.
Nothing exactly happens other than this husband roaming around in streets, and trying to figure out what happened to him. Seriously, nothing happen after that.
Point to note, Astral is the name of building, ...more
Maybe you had to be there. I felt like a little god(ess) a lot of the time, looking down in an unconnected and, at times, bored mood, at a mostly little but sometimes big man trying to get over himself as he finally figured out how to get over her. I liked descriptions of place and all things not about his stinky relationship with his wife. Because of the quality of the writing, I cannot rate this book lower than a 4, but the truth is that I didn't like the story all that much.
Harry Quirk is a poet in his early 50s who had once experienced some acclaim for his work, but his style is now considered outdated. One morning his wife, Luz, a fiercely pas ...more
Harry, the narrator and only voice in the book, is reexamining his life. As he wanders the streets of Brooklyn, he remembers years gone by and re-evaluates who he was and what h ...more