It's finally time in my reading career to tackle John Updike's Rabbit books.
Not counting the first 175 pages of Rabbit, Run, my Updike reading comprises In the Beauty of the Lilies (a poor man's version of the Rabbit books), some short stories found in various anthologies and some boring short stories published in The New Yorker and Atlantic.
But, collected under one title, these four novels might be the great American novel. I must wait no longer!
Collected under one title, these for novels are also heavy.
Robert Angstrom, as published by Everyman's Library in 1995, is 1,516 pages. But it just seemed simpler to check out one book instead of four -- especially because the four books weren't all on the shelf individually and I wasn't sure which order to go in anyway. (Checking the copyright would have been so hard.)
Simpler maybe, but it is making reading physically taxing.
So here I am, straining the limits of my bag and my shoulder, all in the name of good fiction.
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First, you tell me that it's not really about rabbits. Now you tell me that you're actually reading the tome and it's not just a hollowed-out book with a bottle of gin inside it?
Last time I bought gin, it was stolen in a brazen afternoon or evening burglary and not missed for a year.
Youn can make a hollowed-out book,though (not from this one, though, it belongs to the people of Baltimore): http://how2dostuff.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-to-make-secret-hollow-book.html
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