Human Smoke is chock-full of small, often powerful but unrelated scenes. What you get is a Jackson Pollack painting in audio: a lot of vivid colors and absolutely no shape to any of it. It's a helter-skelter of disjointed events and it's up to us to connect the dots.
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.