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I love Michael Chabon, and have liked all of his books. But not this one. Maybe it's just that fiction is his forte, but this collection of essays completely failed to engage me. There was one essay (out of 39) that excited me enough to mark its page. Why does it fail? It's a book without a story, which was totally shocking for me, coming from an author who's such an engaging narrator. The only character we really get to know is Chabon himself, and his self-deprecating presentation is a bit of a turn-off.
On the other hand, it could also be that I'm of the wrong demographic. Most of the book is about being a father - something that I am not particularly interested in doing. I am interested in reading about manhood and masculinity... but somehow this book skated so lightly on the surface of these topics that the substance was not enough to engage with. Sorry, Chabon... but I'm still eagerly waiting for your next novel.
On the other hand, it could also be that I'm of the wrong demographic. Most of the book is about being a father - something that I am not particularly interested in doing. I am interested in reading about manhood and masculinity... but somehow this book skated so lightly on the surface of these topics that the substance was not enough to engage with. Sorry, Chabon... but I'm still eagerly waiting for your next novel.