I’m not sure why it took me so long to read Gentlemen of the Road, Michael Chabon’s lightweight novel about Jews with Swords. I had (if I remember the circumstances correctly) purchased a copy for my Best Reader at last-but-one Yuletide, only to have her nab it off the library shelf in mid-December, thus depriving me of whatnottage. That disappointment, perhaps, led to a sort of resentment against the book’s very existence which led in turn to a reluctance to pick the thing up and read it. And, frankly, although I did quite like The Yiddish Policemen’s Union, I expected this book to be more like The Final Solution.
Anyway, I eventually pulled it off the overtall stack of books-we-own-that-I-keep-meaning-to-read-soon-now and read it, and it was fun. I don’t think there was much too it, but I had a good time, and there were some terrific lines and scenes. So that’s all right.
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.
I thought we read this recently because you recommended it! Huh.