In my mid-20s, with far less patience than I currently possess, I tried reading EL Doctorow’s acclaimed novel Billy Bathgate. As I should have known, it was too dry, too literary for my taste. I want to revisit it soon as I’m sure my sentiment towards it now would be different. Nevertheless, I don’t understand how anyone can write a Prohibition era novel, even one with literary aspersions, and not have fun with it. Legs is the book I wish Billy Bathgate was back in my 20s. It’s literary […]
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Legs by William Kennedy