Samuel Johnson once said that books we carry to the fire and readily hold in our hands will be the most useful. I’m expanding on that idea. In this blog, I'll muse about books that have affected me—whether for good or bad. These books may not necessarily have been of any “use” to me other than to open the world to me that much more. And that’s pretty damn cool.
Wow. Brutal and raw, this book is an examination of the ugliest part of humanity. Characters are depraved and Pollock's matter-of-fact tone makes them downright scary. The writing's tight and spare, with no unnecessary words or phrases. Brilliant.
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