This summer, I'm thinking Reading Lite. An iced drink, (make mine an Arnold Palmer). A cool breeze. A careful application of sunscreen. A thin book, so I can get through it and still grab some zzzs. Books like these.
As more readers discover Furst, vast sections of the intelligentsia can be found sitting quietly, their lunch sandwiches going stale, children neglected, pages turning, turning, to the satisfying conclusion.