![]() ![]() Bridge should be so good, especially if like me, you’re officially bored by the broad thematic strokes outlined above. This novel is glorious.īut even as I read, enthralled, once and then a second time, I couldn’t quite figure out why. It only took me about ten pages to realize what an idiot I had been. I finally read it for the first time this year, after what must have been the hundredth recommendation from someone I trusted. ![]() It was the 1959 debut novel of a writer I’d never heard of otherwise, a white guy named Evan S. But I was turned off by the cover, which seemed altogether too misty and domestic, an impression that the description did nothing to disabuse: this was a Classic American Novel, a slice-of-life “family story” about a wealthy woman living in Kansas City between the First and Second World Wars. I remember picking up the 50th-anniversary edition from a display of staff picks at McNally-Jackson someone had just been gushing to me about how great it was, and at least one staff member seemed to agree: the suggestion card was crammed with cramped praise. ![]()
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