A book that my mom got from the
BookCrossing stand in Turin airport (such a nice idea, and yet, at least in
that location, so neglected…) and that she left with me after her last trip.
Having only read particularly “gay”
books by Leavitt, I was surprised by how “hetero” this one was. While not of
the same literary calibre of The Secret
Language of Cranes, The Body of Jonah
Boyd is an extremely pleasant read.
I really liked it because it’s
Jewish, it’s about academia, and most of all because it’s sub-urban. Yet, I
didn’t find it mind-blowing chiefly because I think books about writers are
often (even if indirectly) a bit too self-congratulatory – but the title, and
the fact that Jonah Boyd is not murdered and left in a ditch as I assumed (or
that his body is not sculpted like that of a Greek demi-god and the subject of
the desire of the author), is pure genius.
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