I finished reading Robert Lopez's Kamby Bolongo Mean River last night. It was, oddly, or not oddly, one of the most emotional reading experiences I've had in a while. It honestly at one point got to me so much I had to stop and look at the wall and talk to myself. Actually, I stopped a lot during the reading of the book, every few paragraphs or so, and either reread a graph (the book is written in mostly very short graphs like a David Markson novel) to hear it again, or just stopped reading so I could continue to hear the first reading in my head.
It is quite a book (one about, on its face, simply a man locked in a room with a bed, chalk, and a phone) and it excites me in the best way a book can: both making me want to write, fueled by the sentences and ideas, and making me not want to write, in awe of those sentences and ideas, and their masterful assembly as text object.
You will hear me talking about this book a lot from here on, and a formal review is forthcoming, but in short: Rob, he did it.
Put this one high up on your list.
Still reeling gleefully this morning in finding this:
the incredible Dennis Cooper says, "'Ever' is easily one of the best novels I've read this year."
Oh you can now 'Search Inside' Ever at Amazon, if you would ever want to do that.
Now it's time to have a good weekend.