It’s almost like a book on philosophy disguised as a speculative story collection.

If you wanted this to be bloody, consider yourself sated.

Like many things out there beyond my complete comprehension, this book escapes precise description.

It’s Harry Potter meets Shogun meets The Fire Next Time

If you’re wondering like me why it seems there are road blocks to progress everywhere but it’s unclear where they are or where to start, read this.

Cormac McCarthy is one of the greats of our time. This isn’t news to anyone.

If the message of the book can be condensed to one line, it would be “say what you feel, damnit!”

They are answering the questions of existence like it’s simply an issue of mathematics.

Each time I finish one of these Dad books, I can’t believe how fast the time has gone.

I like to think some reads are just bad timing. For whatever reason, this book was one of those.

The simple review is that technically, it worked.

Here’s my attempt at reviewing what nearly became the unreviewable.

David Sedaris tells you about days in his life as if they were always meant to connect in some deeply humorous way.

I left with nightmarish visions of the end of days and a new genesis for global events of calamity.

I love my kid dearly, but sometimes I want to scream back. That’s not allowed, so here we are reading this book.

Everyone should be reading short fiction. It’s good and good for you. Case closed.

I was there in the humid Mississippi of the eighties, a place as backward and scary as I imagined it would be.

The writing is next level and mind-bogglingly human to its core.

A head-swimmy dive into a dream.

Here I am, reading another book about the meaning of life.