I’ve been drawn to reading more diverse authors/stories lately so I feel a bit of guilt for going back to an old favorite, Richard Russo, an older white guy who writes predominately about old white guys, and this book is no different. That said, why should I fault Russo for writing what he presumably knows and creating layered and interesting characters, and why should I fault myself for reading a good book? I’ve liked every book of his that I read and consider his writing […]
A walk down white man memory lane (Bingo – Gateway)
Chances Are by Richard Russo