Beha in the New York Times, " Primal Urges" (February 4, 2011), which I may have missed in the International Herald Tribune last week during my week without newspapers, unless that review is yet to appear in the IHT.
I will thus direct the interested reader to the afore-alluded-to review by Christopher R. not even after I've managed to get around to reading it (which may take some time). it'll be interesting to see how that one goes.I think that readers will understand that I can never, ever be impartial in a review of this book. He's getting mostly very positive reviews (one not-happy one that I've seen so far, out of about a dozen otherwise, so not bad), and has a "tactical nuclear weapon review" in the NYTimes this weekend, which I know for sure is very positive because I got to read it early. A relative in Little Rock was having trouble finding it, and I told him to check out a Barnes and Noble, because they picked the book as a "new discovery" or something along those lines, and one of the perks is getting a good display of your book in all those stores. Indeed, he has evolved into a recognized wordsmith, a bona fide novelist, for his first novel has now been published, as Pete informed me by email last week on February 4th, while I was stuck with a slow internet connection: Yesterday kid Ben's book ("The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore", if you want to google around at it but have forgotten the title-) at long last hit the proverbial streets and can be had by the curious and burned by the outraged (they're probably not quite on track yet there, but I expect they will be pretty soon).
Pete and his wife Leigh soon added Benjamin to their duo there, and I got to know Ben as a very tiny creature who - perhaps like Bruno - has evolved more than a little. Pete, in fact, introduced me to The Hobbit, The Whole Earth Catalogue, Buckminster Fuller's writings, and a host of other things that I might have overlooked due to my hillbilly ways.īut we parted our 'redneck' ways when we quit those days and left Salem High School, only to meet up again several years later when the two of us both wound up in the San Francisco Bay Area at the same time. His father Pete - who seems to prefer "Charley" these days - grew up with me in the Ozarks, just a year behind me in school, and the two of us spent a lot of time running around together and reading the same books. My right to write on this novel that I haven't (yet) read is grounded in the fact that I knew Mr.
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